Oh, Marcel!

Legs

~Ember~

Marcel's head was still on my chest when I woke up, my hand was intertwined in his curly hair. I gently pushed the hair up off of his forehead.

"mmm." He groaned and snuggled into me more, his arms pulling me closer to him.

I definitely like this cuddly Marcel.

"Can we just stay here for a bit." Marcel mumbles into me.

"Yea. Until Harry and Emily come wake us up. It's 9 AM." I say and he lifts his head up looking at me.

"9 already?" His voice deep and groggy making me speechless for a moment.

"Y-yeah." I stutter and blush staring at this beautiful man in front of me.

"You're cute when you blush." Marcel blurts in his super deep voice making himself blush too. He sits up and rolls to the other side of the bed. A cold rush of air floods over where his warm body was laying on me. I suddenly want him back.

"Thanks, Mars." I smile and poke his arm. He wraps me in a bear hug and pulls me onto his lap. What a bold move for him.

"You know.." He begins and those green eyes stare into my blue ones. "I love you."

My heart swells at those words.

"And you must know that I love you!" I say and place a kiss on the tip of his nose quickly. He laughs a real laugh. I'm happy hearing that laugh, it's beautiful.

He smiles and stares at me again, not saying anything.

"What?" I finally ask not being able to take his staring.

"I'm a lucky guy." He smiles even bigger, those damn dimples making me swoon.

A sudden pounding on the door ruins the moment. I shoot off of Marcel and run to the door. I try not to notice his hurt sigh and open the door. Emily is standing out there in her pajamas.

"Hi." She smiles and pushes her way in. She's lucky she's my bestfriend otherwise I would have slapped her for being rude.

"Can we help you?" Marcel asks from the bed. He seems to have moved the covers off himself, but he's still sitting there.

"Welp, I came to tell you guys that breakfast is downstairs in the lobby. Harry is quite the waffle chef." She smiles. Marcel has told me that Harry loves to cook. I can just picture him down there flipping the waffle over expertly.

"Okay. We'll be there soon. Let us get decent." I offer and look down at my tank top and shorts. Honestly, I don't remember taking my clothes off last night. Then again, Marcel was a pretty warm blanket, maybe I got too hot.

"See you love birds." Emily nearly skips out of our room shutting the door behind her. It makes me wonder how her's and Harry's night went.

"She's in a good mood." Marcel shakes his head and stands up out of the bed. He's wearing basketball shorts and an old pink floyd t-shirt. He looks so adorable.

"What?" He catches me staring at him.

"You have nice legs, Mars." I chuckle and he shoots me a questioning glance. "What, your girlfriend can't admire your legs?"

"I'm the one that is supposed to admire your legs!" He looks down my body and stare intently at my legs. I can feel the blush creeping up to my cheeks.

"You've got nice legs, baby." His eyes return to my face, for once he isn't blushing after the use of the word. He is just smiling giddily instead.

"Thanks." I walk towards him and he opens his arms engulfing me in a warm hug.

Why can't we stay like this forever?

Because there is a physco after us.