Chapter 24
Reylor and I were sitting on the grass, and leaning against a fence. I had gotten tired of waiting, so I eventually just sat on the floor. Reylor had given up too and eventually plopped down next to me.
I saw Marcus's truck rounding the corner, so I stood up. Reylor stood up too.
"Weren't you going to change out of those clothes?" I asked her. She was still in her swim suit, shorts and shirt.
"Yeah, do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes?" She asked timidly.
"Help yourself." I answered her while taking a drink of my water. They had a vending machine thankfully, and I had just enough in my pocket for a water bottle.
She walked to the Jeep and pulled out the same suitcase I had grabbed my clothes from.
She grabbed light washed jeans, a dark grey shirt and black vans. She put everything else back when she found what she wanted.
Marcus got out of the truck and walked over to me.
"Wow." He held my face in his hands. He kissed my lips softly and pulled away all too soon.
"You look," he trailed off. "No words can describe how you look right now."
"I can name one. It's called a b*ner!" Nathan said causing all of us but Marcus to laugh.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Freshen up a bit. I feel like crap." Marcus said as he walked away.
I walked to the back of the truck and grabbed Marcus the white Nike Air Max's that I bought him, dark washed jeans, and a black shirt. I grabbed his watch too. I just thought he would need something to add in.
"Hey guys, I'm gonna take Marcus his stuff. I'll be back for my food, and Nathan?"
"Yeah?"
"I swear, if you touch my food, I will kick your ass." I stated.
"Ooh! Making threats?" He asked.
"Oh, buddy, I don't make threats. They're promises."
And with that, I turned and walked away.
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Knock, knock, knock.
No other cars were in the lot, surprisingly, so I just walked into the men's restroom.
Marcus was at the sink. He turned off the water and looked into the mirror, seeing me in the reflection.
"I, uh, brought you some stuff." I held out the clothes.
I reached into my purse and pulled a zip lock bag out that contained his tooth brush.
"Thanks." He muttered. He locked the door and began to strip.
He was shirtless when he decided to notice the watch I had grabbed from the truck. "You even brought me my watch."
He walked up to me and motioned for me to hold out my wrist. He placed the black watch on my hand.
"Isn't this valuable to you?" I asked him, out of all seriousness.
"You're even more valuable to me." He said huskily.
I knew where this was going.
"Marcus, not here." I whispered.
"Why are you whispering?" He asked, using the same voice.
"Because I feel smaller than you. That's how this works. You use the husky tone, and I use the whispers."
He kissed me and snaked his arms around my waist. His hands ran lower until he reached behind my thighs, just below my butt. From there he picked me up and placed me on the counter.
