"Now, it seems as though I'm not the only one who is distracted." The feminine voice in the room with Marcus said softly, pulling him gently out of his own head as he turned to stare at her smiling face. Her smile, the most contagious thing he had ever experienced, soon caused his own face to curve into one of his.
Letting out a deep, calming sigh, "I'm not distracted, I was just-" Her sudden movement arrested the remaining words, as she stood to her feet and walked the really short distance to sit extremely close to him; so close that her bare thighs was fully resting on the side of his leg.
This quick movement of hers only further hastened the urgency of him clearing the air of every misunderstanding, and this he understood perfectly well. He was conscious enough to not want to come off as the man who would take advantage of a drunk girl; not to her, or to any other woman.
