I'm His

9-𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎𖨆𖨆

I wake up and realize I'm not on the couch anymore. Marshall must have carried me to my bed when I was sleeping.

I reach my arm to feel if he was there next to me. He isn't. Where is he?

I get up and I'm still in his T'shirt. I walk into my bathroom and he is in the shower. How did I not hear the running water?

He doesn't notice me, as his eyes are closed washing his face. I lean in the doorway as I subconsciously look at him. "You like the show?" He teases. "I don't know if this is even a show, but you could say I might."

I walk to the sink and I wash my face. I hear the shower handle turn and the water stop. Marshall walks out of the glass shower and grabs a towel from the towel rack beside me. "Morning" he says, slapping my ass and walking out of the bathroom.

"This isn't a thing where you slap my ass every time you see me." I say following him out of the room. "It can be. And it will be, slut" He says, wrapping the towel around his waist.

"Anyways, We are going out with Curtis and your friend today." He tells me. "Ok whatever. I'm going to take a quick shower then.

I walk back into the bathroom and I undress out of his shirt and my underwear placing them on the sink counter. I feel eyes staring at me, specifically Marshall's ocean eyes.

Even though I feel him staring, I don't turn back to look at him. I continue into the shower and I start to rinse my hair.

***

"Hey Guys," Curtis says, walking towards us with his arm wrapped around Alyssa's shoulder. "Hey" I reply.

Alyssa moves away from Curtis offering me a hug. "I have so much to tell you," She whispers in m y ear. "Me too,"

"Ok we're going out to a restaurant," Marshall says motioning everyone to get in his car. I Sit in the front next to I'm and Curtis and Alyssa take the backseat, behind us.

Our carride starts as Marshall turns up the radio to play hip hop music that we all enjoy.

We arrive at a sports bar and Marshall parks his car. Marshall turns the keys out of the ignition and gets out.

Curtis gets out, opening my door and keeping the backdoor open for Alyssa to get out of. "Thank you" we both tell him, walking onto the sidewalk.

He shuts the doors and we all follow Marshall through commercial double doors.

We are welcomed by yelling football fans and the smell of beer and wings. "This place is so classy." Alyssa says sarcastically.

A hostess approaches us and brings us to a booth which we all sit at. Me and Alyssa on one side and Curtis and Marshall on the other.

We start to talk around the table.

Our waiter appears and asks us each what we want to drink. All four of us get sodas. Once the waiter walks away to put our drinks in we begin our conversations again. We all look at Curtis while he tells us about his new job as an assistant director.

From how he describes it, it seems like he loves it. I quickly look over at Marshall and I notice he has been staring at me. Once he sees me look at him his eyes travel back to Curtis.

I just smile to myself and put my attention back onto Curtis. "Did you two make a movie yet?" Marshall jokes pointing at Alyssa and Curtis. "Why? Do you want to see it?" Alyssa says back with the same joking sense. "No, but maybe you could film Lana's and Mine." He raises his eyebrows at me. "Yeah, No" I smile to him.

The waiter comes back and gives us our drinks and we give him our orders. "I gotta go to the bathroom" I tell Alyssa. She and I get out of the booth and we both walk to the bathroom.

We check to see if anyone else was in the bathroom, no-one. "So, did you sleep with Marshall?" She nudges me. I look away and subtly smile. "Oh my God, you did." She exclaims. "Twice," I tell her. "Twice? Damn girl. Is he good?"

Is that even a question? He is amazing at sex. "More than good, but how about you and Curtis?"

"He is great and big." She smirks. I giggle at her "So is Marshall" "We both got good guys now." She says as we walk back out of the bathroom.

We come back to the table where we see food and Curtis and Marshall laughing. "What'd we miss?" I ask sitting down. "Marshall was just telling me about y-" Curtis says before Marshall elbows him, then looks at me. "You didn't miss anything." Marshall says, picking up his burger.