Raina and Marco lay in bed, wrapped in each other's embrace, the soft light of the lamp casting a warm glow around them. Raina was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top, while Marco was dressed in a pair of blue sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Both of them had kicked off their socks, and their bare feet were intertwined under the covers. The fabric of the sheets felt cool against their warm skin, and they were wrapped up in each other's arms, enjoying the closeness and comfort of the moment.Their breathing was synchronized as they cuddled, their bodies entwined in a comfortable cocoon of blankets and pillows.Marco's hand stroked her hair she let out a sigh of contentment wash over her as she nuzzled her face into the crook of Marco's neck, inhaling his scent. She felt safe and secure in his arms as if nothing could harm her when he was around. Her heart swelled with love for him, and she wondered how she had ever been able to survive without him in her life.Marco

Marco woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, only to realize that his eyes were puffy and red. Last night hadn't gone so well, and he had spent most of it tossing and turning, trying to make sense of what had happened.He couldn't stop thinking about Raina and how she had reacted when he told her he loved her. He had thought that they were good, that they had been building something special together. But her reaction had left him confused and hurt.As he got out of bed, Marco couldn't help but feel a knot in his stomach. He knew that he needed to talk to Raina and try to find out what was going on. But at the same time, he was scared of what he might find out. What if she didn't feel the same way about him? What if she had been leading him on this whole time?As he made his way to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee, Marco's thoughts were in turmoil. He couldn't concentrate on anything else, and he found himself rep

Raina's body tensed up as she felt Dahlia's piercing gaze on her. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she fought the urge to lash out at her. Raina's mind was racing, trying to decide whether to respond or just ignore Dahlia's taunts. She was tired, emotionally drained from the constant drama that seemed to follow Dahlia everywhere she went.With a deep sigh, Raina turned her back on Dahlia and walked to the sink to wash her hands. She could feel Dahlia's eyes burning into her back, but Raina refused to give her the satisfaction of a response. Instead, she focused on the sound of the water running and the feel of the soap suds between her fingers.Dahlia's voice cut through the sound of the water. "I am talking to you, bitch." Raina's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a wave of anger wash over her. How dare Dahlia speak to her that way? But as quickly as the anger flared up, Raina quashed it down. She was tired of fighting with Dahlia, tired of the constant tension

It's been a few minutes and he already feels shattered inside.Marco sat on his bed, staring at his phone. He had asked for a break so why does he like his heart had been ripped out of his chest? He can't believe he had just done that.His emotions were all over the place. He felt sad, angry, and confused all at the same time. He loved Raina more than anything, but lately, things had been tough between them. They fit together like glue and he was happy. But Marco was a man that had pride, being with him shouldn't be a burden.He knew that asking for a break was the right thing to do. He needed some time to figure things out and decide what he wanted. But that didn't make it any easier. The thought of not talking to Raina, not seeing her smile, not feeling her warmth, was unbearable.He paced around his room, trying to distract himself. He picked up a book but couldn't focus on the words. He turned on the TV, but the noise was just background static. He felt like he was going craz

For a moment after she rolled down the window, Raina just stared at him, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Marco could see the hurt and anger in her gaze, but he also saw a glimmer of hope. Maybe she was willing to listen to him now.Without a word, Marco opened the door and got into the passenger seat. Raina looked at him, unsure of what to say or do. Marco could feel her anger and hurt radiating off of her, and he knew he had a lot of explaining to do.He shouldn't have treated her that way no matter how mad he was."I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have sent you out of the house like that. It was wrong of me."Raina looked at him, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You think?" she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "How could you be so cruel to me? I thought you loved me.""I do love you," Marco said, his voice firm and earnest. "That's why I came out here. I couldn't stand the thought of you being alone and upset. I know I messed up, and I