Life Changes » Marcus Armstrong

Twentyeight.

Jane felt someone moving next to her, something that made her wake up. She was asleep for a couple of minutes now, but in the first stage, a light sleep. It made her squeeze her eyebrows together, and she turned her head to Marcus. "You awake?" Her voice was soft, sleepy.

"Yes," Marcus whispered and stopped turning around in bed. "I'm cold," he whispered.

"Oh," she softly said and sat up. Jane switched on a small light. "You should've said it earlier, silly." Her eyes fell on Marcus, who pressed his face in the pillow because of the light; he had wrapped the duvet tightly around him. "I will get an extra blanket."

"I know," he yawned. "I didn't want to wake you."

Jane got out of bed and walked to the window to close it. There was just a tiny gap, enough for fresh air, but indeed, it made the room cold.

"Was the window open?" Marcus blurted, disbelieving.

"Yeah..." She grabbed a blanket from the closet. "I like cold and fresh air when sleeping."

"You ice woman," he shared, something that made Jane smirk. "What about mosquitoes?"

"They don't exist here." Jane put the blanket over the duvet and took off the joggers she was wearing; otherwise, she would get it too warm. She switched off the light. "Come here," she said and opened her arms.

Marcus moved closed to Jane, laying in her arms. "I'm jealous of that. But how are you not cold?" Her warm skin touched his slightly cold skin. "You're warm," he mumbled against her skin.

"I don't know. I guess I'm used to it," she whispered and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"I knew you said it was colder, and the weather app told it too, but I didn't expect it to be this cold. I'm never cold," he breathed and closed his eyes. "Thank you, babe." He deeply breathed in and let his chin rest against her forehead.

"It's just something you have to get used to..." Jane yawned. "No problem."

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Marcus walked back from the bathroom and looked at the photos that were hanging on the wall. Most of them were family photos, but also quite a lot of landscape photos. He put his hands in the pocket of his sweater and yawned. It was morning, probably around nine o'clock.

He entered Jane's bedroom again and closed the door quickly behind her. The room was completely dark. Marcus carefully walked over to the curtains and slightly opened them, just for a little bit of light.

"Hey." The voice was soft, sleepy. "You can open it more."

Marcus opened the curtain more and walked back to the bed. Jane still had her eyes closed. "Good morning," he said and crawled back under the duvet.

"Morning," she muttered and opened her right eye. "Slept well?"

"Hmm-hmm," he hummed and wrapped his arm around Jane when she placed her head on his chest. "I did. You?"

"Good." Jane opened both her eyes and looked up. "It wasn't cold?"

"You kept me warm," he cheekily said and stroked her hair. He slept good, probably for the first time in a week since it happened. Just the fact he had her safely in his arms... It was a good thought. "Honestly, the duvet feels like it came from a hotel."

"I know, right. I love it."

"But your pillows are much more comfortable."

They both giggled.

"For how long have you been awake?" Jane placed her chin on his chest and locked her eyes with his. She placed his hand on his chest.

"An hour or so." Marcus smiled. "Are you having plans for today?" He looked outside; the view was breathtaking.