Hoshor Plains [m] when the lights go out and i'm all alone again

The moment between his words and hers hung suspended like a droplet of water, ready to drop. What sort of ripple would it create? Would she get up and leave him? He wouldn’t blame her if she did, but he hoped she wouldn’t. The anxiety that came with this uncertainty of where they stood brought the loner to one conclusion: he wanted her. 

He wanted this storm of a woman and to his relief, she cradled his insecurities with sweet words. He cranes himself to cup her head with his own, embracing her delicately without a single word so as not to ruin the moment. Carefully, as if he were afraid to break her, Marcus pulls himself back a step and rises to stand on all fours. “I’m here for you, if you’ll have me.” However she would want him, he would make himself available for it.