Stay

Goodnight

Marshall leaned in and kissed me deeper and more passionately than he ever had before. He kept his hands to himself and I understood why. I didn't want him to be afraid to touch me. I put my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his short, brown hair. He then rested his hands on my hips. His tongue was pressing against the entrance of my mouth. I opened my mouth slightly and we moved our tongues around together for several minutes before we both broke the kiss, panting. We were both laying down at this point and Marshall sat up.

"I'll be right back" he said over his shoulder as he walked into his closet. When he got back he had clothes in his hands. He had a pair of boxers and one of his shirts.

"Is this okay for you to sleep in?" He asked me.

"Yes of course." I told him warmly. He turned around while I changed into the clothes he gave me. He turned around and just looked at me. Did I look that bad?

Marshall's POV;

Seeing Alex in my clothes was almost unbearable. She was so beautiful and her wearing my clothes made it just feel like she was mine. I realized I was staring so I snapped out if it and walked over to her. I picked her up and laid her in my bed. I kissed her forehead and went to make my way to my couch.

"Goodnight, babygirl"

Alex's POV:

Just hearing that made my breath catch in my throat. "Wait!" I said as he was about to leave. He turned around and looked at me. "Stay." I whispered. A smile tugged at his lips. He turned the light off and made his way to the bed. "You can take those off" I told him, pointed to the extra clothes he was wearing. "You sure?" He asked. I nodded my head and he took his Nikes off along with his socks. And then his jeans and his shirt. He climbed into bed and pulled the covers up over us both. Marshall put his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. He was so warm and he made me feel safe. He had the most beautiful body. I traced my fingers over his abs and looked at all of his tattoos. "I love them" I whispered to him. Unlike last time I told him that, he shifted uncomfortably. "All of them?" He asked. "Yes, Marshall all of them. Why?"
He looked down and then pointed at the Kim tattoo on his belly button. "Even this one?" And then he pointed to his 'slit me' tattoo. "And this one?" I just smiled at him. "Yes, even those, baby. They don't bother me. They're a part of you. Kim was a major part of your life and I don't hate her and I don't hate those tattoos." He just smiled at me. "Goodnight, baby." He said and kissed my forehead.