Marcus POV
I've changed my shirt three times.
Three f*****g times, can you believe it?
It's like I am some nervous teenager going to prom instead of a grown man who's been on plenty of dates before.
Well, except this isn't just any date.
This is my last chance with Talia.
My only chance, actually.
It's the only chance I get to ‘prove’ myself to her and to some extend, prove to myself that I am capable of loving honestly again.
Truth be told, I am f*****g terrified that I am going to f**k it up.
I am nervous that I might not meet her standards.
I stare at myself in the mirror…dark grey button-down shirt, black slacks, leather shoes that I polished twice because I couldn't sit still.
Looking at myself, I can’t help but wonder if this is too much or… not enough or completely wrong.
