When that realization dawned on Marcellus out of nowhere, he was pulled out of his reverie unceremoniously.
Startled, he had to double take for a moment and blink for a few times. He had no idea how all those thoughts went down to that certain conclusion. Only when he zeroed in on it did he realize that he claimed something preposterous - him being in love can only be preposterous.
'Me? Fall for someone? That can't be serious. I'd been playing around with different women for a long time. I can't seriously be the one falling now...' Marcellus thought and grimaced before turning to look at Winter.
'But then again, what do I know? Love used to be a non-existent word in my vocabulary, so I went ahead and made my own meaning of it. Flirting around, using others, and breaking hearts - falling in love will only be some sort of payback to a guy like me.'
