Chapter Thirty-four

“Hey”

The wooden steps made creaking sounds as the tall, handsome, broad - shouldered Mark Lorry stepped on them, his aesthetically decorated porch filled with exotic flowers giving him an all dreamy ambience. Fiona leaned against the black Sivan she'd took, her anger meeting way slowly as she watched him come to her. He smiled broadly, happier than a child.

“Hey You”, she said, pushing herself off the car. She was engulfed into his big, wide arms, a warmth she'd sorely missed at school.

“My newest graduate!”, Mark said, taking her by her waist and spinning her. She giggled at the suddenness and excitedness of it all, squealing as she was used to.

“Oh my God, Mark”, she said, amidst the funny sounding giggles that escaped her mouth and soon turned into full outright laughter.

“Stop, stop. Put me down!”

He spun her around one more time before setting her down, engaging her lips in a short but savoury kiss. “Savoury” as Fiona often described it in her thoughts.

“It was like marshmallows