“HUGS AND KISSES”

I didn't resist the deepening of Marius's kiss; it was too intoxicating to resist. The way he kissed was like an art, and even without words, I could feel that this was Marius's way of drawing me into his world.

"Sam, I miss you so much," Marius whispered those words and the sentiment hung in the air. The way he said it, without explicitly admitting it, conveyed a depth of emotion that resonated with me. I understood the unspoken language of his longing.

I parted my lips to respond, but Marius seized the opportunity to reclaim my mouth. This time, he was more daring, and it became increasingly challenging for me to hold back. Marius didn't offer me a chance to reciprocate; instead, he took control, leaving me willingly lost in the warmth of his embrace.

I succumbed completely, attempting to match Marius's intensity, knowing full well that I couldn't compete. At that moment, I realized I couldn't measure up to him, but my longing to experience the magic of his kiss once more overshadowed any doubt or hesitation.

I let myself be carried away by my emotions, allowing Marius to take the lead.

Even though I couldn't remember anything, despite having said it countless times before, I couldn't deny that I truly loved Marius. My heart was screaming out loud.

"Sam, I need you," he whispered to me when he had the chance to say those words.

I gazed at his face for a moment, hoping that he could see in my eyes what I desired in those moments. And so, I took the initiative. I was the one who leaned in first, kissing him again. It was my way of conveying how much I wanted to fulfill the warmth and passion that I saw in his eyes.

But I was taken aback by Marius's response.

With carefulness, he gently pulled away from me and stood up.

A wave of sadness washed over me, and I felt like crying. However, no words came out of my lips. Instead, I followed him as I watched him walk towards the door.

But Marius's strides were long. He exited the hallway.

"Marius!" I called out to him.

I followed him down the hallway, knowing that he was headed to his room.

"Sam, it's not possible," he said when he faced me, just as he was about to enter his room.

From the tone of his voice, it was evident that he was holding back, resisting something we both desired. Despite that, I wanted something to happen between us. I couldn't explain why I felt this way, but I wanted it, and my body and femininity dictated so.

We stood there for a few moments, just staring into each other's eyes. Marius couldn't deny everything to me because I could read him.

Perhaps unable to resist any longer, he averted his gaze. I felt a sense of amusement, which I couldn't hide when I spoke. Because I noticed it in the tone of my voice.

"Oh, why are you avoiding eye contact? Why can't you look at me now?" I asked, laughing softly.

Marius was cute. And knowing that I was the reason for his behavior, I couldn't help but feel a rush of joy. Add to that the feeling that I seemed too beautiful for a man like him to react in such a way.

"Of course, I feel embarrassed in front of you," he explained, his tone a mix of shyness and dependence.

"After everything you did to me. You made me cry, didn't you? And now you're shy?" I replied with a teasing tone.

At that moment, Marius looked at me again. Then, he sighed, and I could visibly see the relaxation in his shoulders and chest.

"Please, Sam," Marius pleaded, his tone still pleading.

I remained silent. Instead, I locked eyes with him again. In my mind, there was a sense of wonder. Somehow, I didn't feel even the slightest bit offended.

It then occurred to me that, indeed, it was evident in Marius's eyes that we both wanted the same thing. But, as he mentioned, he didn't want to take advantage of my vulnerability.

"So, does this mean that as long as my memory doesn't return, you won't touch me?" I asked, still with the same unchanged tone, still amused.

Marius didn't immediately answer. He met my gaze head-on. The tiny fires in his eyes from earlier were still there. If anything, they seemed more vivid, brighter.

"Don't do this to me, Sam."

I couldn't help but smile at what I heard. Marius's vulnerability was glaringly obvious in those moments. And I liked it. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to take advantage of his vulnerability to get what I wanted. So, I didn't waste any time.

Two small steps, and I was close to him. I looked up at him again, and our eyes met once more.

As before, I noticed the heavy sigh he released. I seized that moment.

"I can feel that we both want the same thing. Don't you want to listen to what your heart dictates, Marius? Because, doesn't the mind know how to forget, just like what happened to me? If you know what I mean," I whispered before leaning in to seal it with a simple yet teasing kiss on his lips.

Right.

Regardless of what Marius might say or think, whether he believed I was a temptation he didn't want to let go of, it didn't matter. Because, as I said earlier, I wanted something to happen between us.

I wanted to answer all the questions lingering in my mind. I wanted to know if Marius's expertise in pleasing women was the reason why my heart couldn't forget him.

Well, even though I'm not the typical liberated woman who grew up in another country, I know Marius is skilled in bed. I'm sure of that. Because it's different when he kisses.

"Oh please, Samantha," he said those words while swiftly pulling me into his room as if waking me up from my contemplation.

He forcefully closed the door, and I, swallowed by a mix of indescribable excitement and nervousness, could only feel my heart racing.