Two days later.
POV KRISTEN :
I went out house soon in the morning, although it was Saturday and I had very, very sleep.
I and Marcel we go shopping, and I could not wait. He really needed a fresh look.
He lives just a block from home,and this allowed me to go to his house on foot.
It was a hot day of mid-June, my favorite month. I loved the outskirts of London, was a quiet and comfortable place to live as opposed of the city center.
I arrived in a short time at my destination and I played the intercom.
Opened the door a girl, blonde, tall and very beautiful. She must have had a few years older than me, I felt very intimidated.
She was in pajamas: probably, indeed certainly I had woken her.
I lowered my gaze embarrassed.
But who could it be? Marcel had never mentioned a girl in school during our speeches.
«May I help you ?», she asks gently yawning.
«I'm looking for Marcel. I'm a friend of hers. », I said timidly.
Her eyes widened surprised and looked at me like I was an alien.
What was there strange excuse?
«Marcel is in his room, on the second floor, dear. And really nice to meet you,anyway , I'm Gemma, his sister.», she smiled.
Oh, then it was her sister.
«I'm Kristen, it's a pleasure also for me.», I showed up in my turn returning the smile, after I entered. in the house.
I climbed the stairs and I walked down the hall to get to a white door.
I knocked but got no answer.
I opened the door and I found myself in front of me a really adorable scene: Marcel who was sleeping like a log.
Her brown hair, without around the gel, had become beautiful curls. It looked like a little angel.
I smiled tenderly.
« Marcel, wake up.», I whispered softly.
He moved lazily, after he opened his eyes. He turned towards me, and when he realized of my presence winced.
«Kris ?! What are you doing here ?! »
«We have to go shopping remember ? », I snorted.
«Um ... at seven in the morning? », he snorted in turn.
«You'll thank me. But now come on.», I reply.
He took off the blankets off, remaining in shirtless and boxers and I nearly started to drool. There, in front of his eyes.
Marcel was not at all what I had expected physically.
The chest was muscular and covered with all kinds of tattoos. Among the most obvious there were a giant moth on the belly, accurate in the smallest details and really very large, two large leaves under the belly and two symmetrical swallows in old school style.
But I not asked anything about it, assuming that most likely every one of those tattoos had a deep and personal meaning. It was damn sexy !
« You all right? »,he asked, frowning
« Em...? No, namely yes, yes I'm fine »,I closed my mouth and tried to recover.
«This is for you.» I launched the pouch.
He opened it.
« Contact lenses ? », he asked.
I nodded.
***
«Try these. », I ordered.
« I think I know pick alone at least the boxer, Kristen.», he chuckled.
I looked at him menacingly and he raised his hands in the air in surrender.
«It's ok , it's ok I go, you do not need make that face. You scare me.», he entered into a dressing room.
I smiled mentally : I knew very well, was not just Marcel at changing.
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