"Hey, where are you going" i murmur, when i see Angelo walk out of the bathroom and head to the door, and then realise he has a full workout gear on.

"Goodmorning sunshine" he drawls, climbing up on the bed to give me a peck on the lips, nose, and cheek and then my forehead.

"Hey" i giggle, pushing him away.

"How are you feeling" He asks, pushing some hair from my face.

"Good. Much better than yesterday" i murmur.

"Good, i was thinking that, maybe we can spend the day together, find some fun things to do together. What do you think?" he asks and i look at him surprised.

"What about your work" I know how extremely busy and important what he is doing is right now.

"I think i need the break....what do you say? I'll call in sick if you do" he grins.

"Ok, yeah, sure" i grin back.

I have rarely missed work, even when i was not feeling well, am sure everyone at work will be surprised, two days in a row.

But a whole day with him, i can't miss that.

"Great, why don't you go back to sleep and get some more rest, while i go workout for an hour or so" he suggests.

I look at the time and its 6:04am.

"Only if you will join me" i murmur suggestively, sitting up a bit straighter so that my chest brushes his arm.

"Not yet babe, you need to get better first" he says huskily, dropping his eyes to my chest where my nipples are sticking out and showing through the tshirt.

I know he wants to, but seems to believe i am extremely incapacitated.

"I am really fine....i promise"

He studies me.

"You still look abit out of it, but maybe later" he whispers and i frown in fustration.

"Fine, then i am coming with you.....i will just watch" i add when he opens his mouth to protest.

i get off the bed and dash to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

"One minute" I shout to him as i go to his closet and pick out another pair of his compression tights and a sleeveless tshirt.

I join him back in the bedroom and find him stretching his legs and arms.

The room is still a bit dark, as the curtains have not been drawn yet and the light were deemed when we went to sleep last night, and he was keeping them deemed because i was still asleep, so feeling abit bold in this slightly dark lighting, i pull the tshirt off me exposing my naked chest and black lacey panties to him.

Angelo stares, his gaze traveling the length of me as he slowly stretches his arms. I slowly pull the new shirt over me and it ends just below my behind and start to put on the compression tights when he stops me.

"Do you really need those.....if you are only going to watch." His voice is low and husky and he clears his throat.

He has a thing for my thighs for some reason, and i am going to make sure he gets to see alot of them today.

"Ok... I need a ride" i say, jumping onto his back for a piggy back ride as we head out of the room. As expected, his hands grip my thighs to steady me as we go.

*

As i go through a couple of workout routines, Marianne walks around the room asking the names of the different types of machines and what they do.

"I used to do mornings runs, four times a week, with my dad. I was really good at track in high school and we continued on even during holidays and even after high school, we would run around the neighbourhood.

We even ran the town marathon twice, didn't win, but would do it again a million times with him just for the experience" she says, as she stands by the treadmil.

"Really, you have the body to show for it?" i wink and she smiles.

"Why did you stop though?" I imagine it was because of her dad's passing, but i need her to keep talking, it's keeping me distracted from what she is doing.

"I don't know..... i lost the motivation i guess, and then i started to get really busy with college and then work. I actually wanted to enter the town marathon here the other year, and then last year, and then this year, but i keep changing my mind." she says, touching the top of the peddle peck machine, causing her shirt to go up, her ass making a little pick a boo.

I frown internally.

She has been doing that this whole time we have been in here. Teasing me.

Turning or bending suggestively, sitting on the bench by the weights with her legs on either and asking random questions to make sure i am looking at her as she acts as if she is unaware of what she is doing, but at the same time literally doing everything make sure i get a good view of what she is offering.

She wants to get fucked, but i don't want to take advantage of her when she is sick. I felt her temperature throughout the night, and it was above normal and made me make an appointment with a doctor at ten o'clock today, although when i felt it on our way here, it felt like it was back to normal, but i don't want to take any chances.

"Do you still want to do it?" i ask, ignoring the massive hard on in my shorts.

I need to move to another machine, after spending sometime on the Rowing excercise machine, but i don't want her to see how successful her little game has been.

I make a note of every single machine we will have sex on in the near future.

"I think so.....I think it would be nice" she mumbles, sitting down on the abdorminal excercise equipment and lying with her back down and her legs on either side.

"We could do it together........the Marathon" I offer.

Never in a million years would i have considered it.

Her mouth drops open in genuine surprise and she sits up.

To be fair, i am surprised with myself too. Running across town with a bunch of strangers doesn't look good on my image and opens the door to all kinds of security risks, not to mention, it's not really my thing, nor do i have the time and immediately i wish i had not offered.

"Really? You would do the race?" she folds her arms over her chests in a protective manner, her legs closing for the first time since we have been in here. This would really mean alot to her i realise.

Shit! I shouldn't have offered. Now it's out there and i can't take it back without looking like a jerk.

I hesitate and she catches it.

"Nevermind, that's no longer part of my life, it sounds good in my head, but in reality i don't think i really want to do it." she tries to cover for me.

"I would, i guess we could see how to make it work some how." i say, going against all reason.

I realise i really meant what i said last night, i would do anything for her.

"Angelo, you don't......" she starts to say with a serious face and i immediately miss the flirty Marianne.

I want her relaxed and back to our little game where she tries to turn me on and i pretend her efforts are unsuccessful.

"I am sure" i say.

"Ok, but you are free to change your mind at anytime" she says finally with a smile and gets up.

"Where are you going?" i ask, as she heads in the direction of the door.

I like having her here.

"Away, i want to give you a chance to move freely and don't have to hide that erection that you don't want me to see." She says, her back to me.

She turns around just as reach her and press her back against the wall, making sure i am poking into her lower stomach.

"You think i don't want to? I have been like this all night since you decided to dig her ass into my pelvis the whole time, while your body temperature went wild, and now you want to play this little game....Marianne, i am trying to be a gentleman" i groan, tilting her chin back to look into her eyes.

"Ok...i am going to take a shower now, then make breakfast. Do you want anything in particular?" she rasps, her gaze dropping down to my mouth, then up again.

We are so close, she has to look up to meet my eyes, making hers look bigger and rounder. Sexier.

"I will eat anything you have to offer" I resist the urge to wrap her legs around my waist and take her right now. No longer because i think she is sick, but because she would win and have me exactly where she wants me, and i can't have that.

"Ok" She licks her bottom lip and pushes me back with her chest, i feel every bit of her soft breasts beneath the tshirt and the hardened nipples sticking out into my chest.

I yield.

My hands caresses the back of her thighs going up until i have a good feel of her perfectly round behind in my palms as i press myself further into her lower stomach, my hands reaching for the top of the black panties so i can pull them down like i have been longing to do for the past hour.

She drops her gaze to my shorts, my arousal stretching the material like a pole under a collapsed tent.

Suddenly, her hands pushes mine off her body and then pushes at my forearms. Taken aback, i step back, i thought this is what she wanted too.

She walks away, pleased with herself.

My erection beats painfully, but I smile anyway. I like her this way.

She just raised the stakes. This should be fun. Now i want her to beg me for it. And my name is not Angelo Luciano Morreli if i will not achieve that by the end of tonight.

*

After passing through my apartment for a change of clothes and collecting a few more clothes for later, we make a quick stop at the clinic nearby instead of driving all the way to the hospital Angelo wants us to go to, i feel fine after all.

After having a check up, Angelo suggests we also see a gynecologist about birth control, who then gives us several options to choose from.

I decide to go with an injection every two months.

I get one now but we have to wait two days for it to be in effect and so have to be careful in the mean time.

*

"Where are we going?" I ask impatiently.

We are driving in the direction of his parent's house and it's making me abit nervous. Mostly because of what i am wearing.

Angelo put on jeans and a tshirt, complete with sneakers and a jacket, the most casual i have ever seen him, ever.

So i decided to try something new too and put on demin shorts. It's a pair i only wear around the house but i know i look good in it, and Angelo agrees.

I paired it with a white silk button up shirt and blue denim jacket to go, with knee high boots. I hope the weather won't make me regret it later.

So i don't know if i am appropriately dressed to visit his parents residence.

"Not home, relax" he smiles, one hand on the steering wheel, the other going up and down my thigh.

We make a turn into a secluded quiet area where the scenery is amazing with lots of trees and grass.

We stop on one of the roads and he turns to me.

"Your turn"

"My turn to what?"

"Drive"

"What? Angelo....."

"It's been along time Mary, you need to move past it...." he murmurs softly.

"I can't" i look down.

"Can't or won't?" he asks and i look up at him.

I shake my head.

"Dad taught me to drive, then i killed him while driving. If i had never learned or been more careful, he would be alive today... I just feel like driving would be infair to his memory, if that makes any sense..."i murmur.

"You can't think like that, or change the past. How do you think he would feel hearing you talk like that? Do you think he would want this for you, punishing and blaming yourself for the rest of your life?"

I sigh.

"Think about what he would want for you, that's how your honor him. You know what any good parent wants for their kid, to be happy and live life to the fullest.....Are you doing that?"

I stare out through the windscreen, wordless.

"Look, if you want us to leave, that's fine, but i think you should give it a try" He gives my hand a gentle squeeze.

"Ok.....ok" i clear my throat.

We exchange seats and i hold the steering wheel in my hands.

"I haven't done this is ages" i chuckle.

"It's alright, take your time. It's just you and me here, you can ram into all the trees you want." He responds making me laugh and it lightens up my nerves a bit.

We drive around for a while and eventually, he gives me directions to a nearby spot we are going to next. I park the car feeling really good and turn to him, kissing him passionately.

His hands come around my waist and pulls me onto his lap as we continue kissing.

"Thank you" i whisper against his forehead.

"For everything, for taking care of me. For making me fill like the most important person in the world" i say, out of breathe.

"Anytime baby.....now, c'mon. We have a date."

He opens the boot of the car and takes out a picnic basket and several mats to lay on the ground.

"A picnic? aren't you full of surprises" i chuckle as we sit down together on higher ground, with the view of the landscape below us.

We put our food and drinks out and toast to us.

"I have never really been on a picnic before" he says, looking out onto the terrain, as he lays back on his elbows.

We both already took our shoes off and are now playing some music in the car parked closeby.

"Yeah? Me too....i have been camping before, but never a picnic" i smile.

"I haven't been camping either" he says with a serious, almost solemn face.

"Really, i would have thought with your physic and general out doorziness, that you'ld have done it already"

He shrugs.

"I have been hiking before, on safari's and desert trips, but always stayed in hotels and such."

"Well, maybe we can do that together some day." i suggest.

"Definitely" he looks at me, taking a sip of his wine.

I put mine down and lean over him, kissing him softly. His hand grips the back of my neck as our tongues entertwin, and tease each other.

I love him, my heart is screaming for me to tell him. Maybe it's a good time to tell him now, but i am just so scared and nervous to do it. I might end up rushing things and making the perfect date awkward.

Maybe i should wait until we are home to tell him.

His hand grips the back of my knee, pushing me back onto the ground as he comes up over me, kissing my neck and unbuttoning my shirt buttons.

He snaps open the front of my front opening bra clip and his hand closes over my exposed breast and his mouth soon takes over, i arch my back and stare out into the sky, my fingers pulling at his hair as his mouth devours the soft moulds.

He does the same with the other breast and comes up to kiss my lips again.

"We should stop now and eat...."He says a little bit out of breathe against my neck.

" I don't want to stop" i whisper, as i raise myself on my elbows, not feeling as shy as i normally would.

I don't know what i am turning into, but i suddenly like the idea of making love out here in the open, it's quiet and secluded, i doubt there are any other people for miles.

"Me too, but Sam and his team are watching us from somewhere and i don't want us to give them a show." he frowns.

"Oh!" Oh crap!

I sit up straight and pull my shirt together, covering my naked breasts as i start to button the shirt, feeling embarrassed at the thought of someone watching us.

"No, leave the buttons...i want to get a little taste every now and then" he says lowly, his hand going into my shirt to knead one breast gently, as if to demonstrate before sitting back.

I blink a couple of time to knock some sense into my head.

I have never felt this way before. He makes me feel like my body is not even mine, like he controls it and it truly belongs to him, what's worse is that i want that to be true.

We sit across from each other and enjoy the food that Mario packed for us.

Afterwards, we spend abit more time just staring out into the topography and sky and talking about our childhoods.

*

"Are you a fan?" Angelo asks as we make our way onto the courtside.

"I love sports, basketball included." i reply and he smiles in response.

Inside, we meet up with Marco and Aaron and some other people he introduces me to.

Before the game starts and at half time, we hang around his friends .

During the game, he takes pride in explaining to me whats going on every now and then and i let him, even though i know the game and the rules properly already.

*

Sitting at the game with some friends, Claire watches Angelo and his new girlfriend from the moment they walk courtside hand in hand.

She watches in surprise at his public display of affection for the other woman throughout the game. That was never his style in the past, maybe a kiss here and there, hand holding etc, and she was usually first to initiate it, but that is not the case here, he can barely keep his hands off her.

His arm hangs across her shoulders keeping her back to his front as he talks to his boys, who also seem overly friendly with her.

Something in the way he is holding her, touching her, feels like he isn't really putting on a show for onlookers, but genuinely expressing his feelings to her.

And it stings all of a sudden.

Their conversation from the other day was supposed to be their closure. He said he had moved on and she felt she was ready to let that be.

But something about the way their fingers are intertwined. Whenever they come apart, he would reach for her hand again as soon as they are near each other, the way he would move her hair from her face whenever it gets loose from her ponytail, or pulled it from the back of the oversized basketball jersey he just put on her, the way he bends down to listen attentively when she speaks.

Even more annoying is the way she looks up at him adoringly when he speaks, even when he isn't looking at her, it ignites a feeling of unease inside her.

They looked connected, insync.

And he looks happy.

When they were together, she was always the center of his attention and he treated her like a queen, but looking at him now, she can't quite decide if they were ever like this.

Their relationship had it's set of problems, and even though he was short tempered, controlling, busy and sometimes distant, she can't deny that no man could quite love or treat her the way he once did, in every sense.

No man has ever come close.

And now seeing him with another woman, completely entranced by her in a way she had never seen him before, is unsettling, it make hers feel possesive and jealous, cheated even.

Like that woman has something that rightfully belongs to her.

He was her fiance after all, that's as good as married right?

And she wants that back.

She wants this new Angelo that's so carefree and happy.

*

We spent the whole day building up the sexual tension and it's blown up like a gas leak kissing a cigarette when we are finally alone, in the comfort of our home.

I look down at her, her chest rising with every breath, a shade of red all over her skin.

As i now kneel, wedged between her thighs, i admire the view from here, staring at her i realise how much more smaller, delicate and vulnerable she looks when she is lying beneath me, the contrast in our sizes a complete turn on every time.

I want to protect and possessive her at the same time.

She looks beautiful after sex, her face similar to how she looks after a bath, or when she just wakes up, but better.