Mariana stood up grabbing her plate along and walked over to the sink placing it in then turned around to face Marco.

　　He still stood by the door, his muscular arms folded around his chest, he still wore the Armani suit he had on in this morning. His hair was more disorganized.

　　"Mariana " he whispered lightly walking over to where she stood, he didn't give her much time to process what was happening next but acted on impact.

　　Marco pulled her in his arms hugging her as tight as he could like all his tomorrow depended on it, his arm wrapped around her back and the other holding onto...