Marco stared at Mariana as she silently pulled herself into a sitting position, she had been transferred out of the ICU where she had been in Coma for one week and two days.

　　Her dark soft brown hair fell in deep waves over her shoulders, her blue liquid eyes holding a light shade of grey and her fairly pink lips in a thin line. This was the first time he was looking at her like the woman she his really not some one he helped.

　　For the first time Marco felt the urge to claim some one so badly, only staring at her right now had caused his heart to...