An Intimate Moment

I didn't get off until nearly midnight that night. Mark stayed in the bar all the way up until that point so he could take me home. He had his fun making faces at me while I was trying to tend to other customers. Men, I tell you.

When I was finally off, he walked me to his truck and like before he helped into it. I was really admiring his new look. He looked younger and in some ways a whole lot tougher than normal.

"So what's your curfew?" he asked as he started up the truck.

I smiled, "I don't really have one. Since I'm always working late my mom just tells me she won't wait up."

"Well that's cool I suppose…you want to go somewhere?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I don't know, like where?"

He shrugged, "Well I was thinking since your house is further into town, we should crash at my place for the night…if you want to."

I thought about his offer for a second, "Sure. My feet hurt anyway."

"Ok then."

He drove into another section of the city and within minutes we were pulling into a parking garage underneath this large building. Once he found a place to park, we hopped out of the truck and walked over to the elevator. It was sort of chilly that night, so I had my arms folded over my chest.

"Cold?" he asked.

"Very," I said.

He moved closer to me and gently pulled me close to his body. I was nervous about what he was trying to do so I sort of stepped back.

"Kitten, I'm not going to hurt you. Just come here," he said as he wrapped his arms around me.

I was amazed at how much warmer I felt being in his arms like this. "Thank you," I said.

"No problem." He said just as the elevator popped open. We stepped inside and he pressed the button for the tenth floor.

"So what is this place exactly?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Just a little apartment complex I bought for times I wanted to be alone…I've been alone a whole lot lately."

"Why?" I asked. "You know little Marcus would sure love to see someone other than myself for a change."

He laughed, "Sam told me he really seems to like you."

"He does Mark. In some ways I think we are connected somehow." I said as I pulled out my phone to show him a picture of me holding him. "Look, I totally feel like his mom in this picture."

Mark looked at the picture carefully, studying every part of it. "Interesting…he looks a lot like you."

I froze not sure what to say next. "Y-yea, I've been getting that a lot actually."

"Really? Like from who?" he asked as the elevator opened again.

"Ok…maybe not from others, but I noticed it too." I said.

He walked me down the hall looking as if he was completely lost in thought.

"Mark? Are you ok?" I asked.

He didn't answer me until we stopped at a door. Carefully he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. "Come on in, we need to talk."

I felt a pit form in my stomach. I just had to open my big mouth…

I walked into his house cautiously, and looked around. He turned on all the lights and then asked me to take a seat in the living room. I sighed and went to sit down when I noticed there were many magazines scattered on the ground. I sat down on the couch just looking at the magazines.

"Mark…can I please pick up these magazines?" I asked.

He laughed, "Why?"

"Because they are everywhere! I need to clean this up…" I said.

He walked into the living room holding a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. He sat them down on his table, opened the wine bottle and then filled up the glasses and looked at me. "Kat, ignore them ok. We need to talk."

I looked up at him, gritting me teeth because he wouldn't let me pick them up. "What?"

He came and sat down next to me, looking me dead in the eye. "Kat I need to be completely honest with you ok?"

I nodded as I took a deep breath. He smiled and handed me one of the wine glasses. I looked at him like he was retarded.

"Mark I'm too young to drink…" I said.

He chuckled, "Yea you weren't saying that all those times we use to hang out before."

I blushed, "Yea…so…"

"Look, I think you know something that you're too afraid to tell me." He said as he took a swig of his wine. "In fact I think you know a few things that you aren't telling me."

"What do you mean?" I asked before drinking half of the wine.

"Here's a question…Sam use to go out a whole lot, mostly at night…do you think she was cheating on me?"

I tried hard not to make a face that would suggest that I knew the answer to that question, but of course, I gave myself away. "N-no she just liked to have fun that's all."

His eyes narrowed, "Kat…what are you hiding from me?"

I looked away from him, finishing off my wine. "Nothing Mark."

"You're lying." He said as he moved closer to me. "I can see it in your eyes."

I turned away from him and looked at the magazines. "I'm not lying Mark…why would I lie…oh I need to get these up!"

I hopped up and went to work on picking up the magazines. While I was stacking them, I heard him get up and come closer to me. I pretended not to notice him inching closer and closer to me.

Finally he got down beside me and placed his hands over mine making me stop what I was doing. "Mark please, I don't know anything, and if I did…it wouldn't be my place to tell you."

"Why not?" he asked in a deep voice that had me mesmerized. He then gently pushed me so that I would land on my butt. He crawled on top of me still looking deep into my eyes for what I was hiding. He was so close to me that his nose was slightly brushing mine. My breathing quickened slightly as he got even closer…damn he was sexy.

"Kitty…tell me what's on your mind." He said. "I can tell there is something there."

I bit my bottom lip, "Uh-I-I can't Mark. This isn't a good-"

Before I could continue, he had pressed his soft lips against mine. My body had completely melted under him as his lips caressed mine in ways I had never felt before. I closed my eyes and moaned as his tongue danced around with mine, fighting for victory. I wrapped my arms around his neck and spread my legs, letting him climb on top of me completely. He held my back as I laid down on the floor with him still kissing me. Once he slowly pulled away, I looked into his eyes and immediately felt guilty and angry.

I shoved him off of me and then got up and went into the kitchen. When he followed me I turned around and smacked his cheek.

"Why did you do that to me? Why did you push me away like that?" I asked as tears began to fall from my eyes.

"Kitty I had to…your mom was getting suspicious of our friendship and she could see the affect I was truly having on you. I didn't want you to get in trouble so…I pushed you away."

I shook my head, "Mark I liked you a whole lot…and I honestly thought we had something special…"

He smiled and then cupped my head with his hands, "We did have something special…and we still do."

I cried harder as he brought his lips back to mine, kissing me with so much passion. I was so lost in the kiss that I didn't even care that I was 16 and he was way older than me. I couldn't deny it anymore, I was in love with him and leaving this place never changed those feelings.

"Wait Mark…I don't know if we should go any further at least not now." I said.

He nodded, "True."

"I'm really tired…can we get some sleep."

He smiled, "Yea…but this conversation isn't over you hear?"

I nodded and then hugged him before he led me up to his room so we could get some sleep. It felt so nice to lie the bed next to him. Though I still felt very uncertain of what to do about this secret I held.