Mark braced his hands against the sink.
"Where the fuck are you, Liv?" he murdered.
Every second she was out of his sight, his mind conjured a thousand different nightmares. He thought of that other man, the one circling her like a vulture.
The thought of loosing her was driving him crazy. Was it his ego? Was it love?
A light knock sounded at the door, but he didn't move. He just kept staring at his own bloodshot eyes in the glass, wondering if he was already too late to win her love once more.
"So you are back." It was Clarisse.
"I thought you were out of town," Mark muttered.
"Well, Susan has other plans." She walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "She thinks we should get married in another state. Secretly."
Mark pulled her hands away.
"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I am getting married to Lyvana. She is mad at me now, but I will fix it."
