Marshall, You're Not Alone (GxG)

Chapter 15

Double update, because why not...

"Here," Amira handed me a bowl of soup, I didn't know what it was, but it smelled delicious. "Alexis made it?" I wondered as I took a few sips.

This must-have upset the girl since she huffed and responded with an attitude, "I can cook you know."

Feeling guilty I smiled apologetically.

"But yeah, she made it..." she murmured and made me chuckle. "But I can cook, okay?!"

Humming I didn't have much strength to argue, "Hope I get to try it one day."

"Y-yeah..." she stammered and sat on the sofa not far, but not too close either. Observing me with a somewhat worried expression. Unfortunately, I knew this conversation was inevitable.

"Could you forget about it?" I chuckled wearily trying to make it appear less serious than it was.

You see one of a few things that I feared the most has taken place. When we got into her house, I was hardly conscious and without thinking allowed her to help me change from my sweaty shirt into something dry, revealing all of my bruises to the light. She gasped when she saw them, but didn't ask, instead helped me get ready for bed and allowed me to rest till she woke me up to eat.

So here we were, in a bit of an awkward situation. There was this uncertainty between us, on one hand, we flirted with each other, joked around, but on the other, we didn't know much about one another. I definitely had a crush on her, but this feeling was an unknown ground, something I never had a chance to explore, and well... It was hard to tell what was on her mind.

"I'm not sure how to act..." she finally mustered the courage to say it. "I never saw anything like this." She side glanced at my stomach with worry.

"That's a good thing," I assured. "Sorry to break your little bubble."

This seemed to annoy her, she raised her eyes and burned them into me. "You are not breaking anything," she puffed her cheek. "It's just that I want to help, but don't know how and it frustrates me."

God, she was adorable.

"If you really want to help, just forget about it," I shrugged and placed now empty bowl on the coffee table. "And most importantly, don't say anything to anyone."

Observing her reaction, it was easily noticeable that she didn't like my request. Leaning in I placed my finger underneath her chin - electrifying goosebumps spreading all over - and locked my brown eyes with hers. "I'm serious," changing my tone into more demanding, not taking this lightly. "If you tell a soul you can forget about being friends or whatever it is you want to be with me."

And as much as I wished that it wasn't the case, it most definitely was. No matter how many fucking butterflies this girl gave me, if she were the reason behind me ending up in the system, I would never want to see her again.

Turning her head to the side she complied unhappily, "Fine." Smiling at that I moved away but got surprised by her suddenly grabbing my hand. "But you have to let me take care of them."

Gulping I spoke through a clenched jaw, "Sure..." I never allowed or had anyone do this before.

Here we were, with her kneeling between my legs as I sat on the couch shirtless with as little as a bra and burning cheeks. If her mother were to enter through the door this situation could be easily mistaken for something inappropriate... And well I would be dead.

"Stop making noises!" she demanded with a squeaky tone.

Embarrassment rushing over me. "It's cold!" I hissed pointing at the ointment in her hand. "And it hurts..." I muttered while averting my gaze.