( There's a brief moment, very brief, when Lorna feels his arms around her and she wants nothing more than to melt into those arms. It's been too long since she's had this feeling, and she wants to get lost in it.
Then Marcos says that last sentence and revulsion moves through Lorna like a wave. She immediately shoves him off her, staring at him in open disgust. )
What the fuck, Marcos? Is this some kind of sick joke? ( She stares open mouthed at him. )
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Then Marcos says that last sentence and revulsion moves through Lorna like a wave. She immediately shoves him off her, staring at him in open disgust. )
What the fuck, Marcos? Is this some kind of sick joke? ( She stares open mouthed at him. )
Go the fuck home. Get out.