As Marvel brought me to his bed, I pushed him to lie down and rest his back against the pillows. He didn't show any signs of refusal when I climbed on his stomach, straddling him. His amiable silence told me that he let me take control this time, and I didn't mind at all. If anything, that was what I wanted.
I looked at him. His messy bed hair was stroked backward, but soon would fall smoothly to his forehead again like feathers. His steel blue eyes shifted upward to look at my hazel, glimmering under the grayish strands of his lashes. He smiled, wondering why I stared.
He said he would do anything I wanted, right? I didn't know I would want him to take me to his bed and start all this…
What the heck is wrong with you? This might be your only chance to get Marvel to do whatever you want. And of all things, this? You must be crazy, Angelo!
