Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 48

AN: Guys, with all my heart, I am very very sorry, but there's no lemon/smut. Don't know if that's a good thing or not, though. I mean, if I made one, it'll probably be awkward or cringey, considering I'm not used to writing those things. But I don't want to disappoint you! It's so hard to ignore your requests, you know? I love you guys so much. So I am very open to suggestions! Maybe next time, I'll write a more mature book, if you want? I mean, it's always good to try something new, right? I'd be willing to do it, too. ♡ Anyway, don't hesitate to speak your mind. Leave comments and suggestions. They will be highly appreciated, each and every one of them. I'm so happy you still read, actually. I think my writing skills and imagination have gone down the drain, and so did my motivation. But your comments and votes inspired me again. Thank you ♡

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(MARCELINE'S POV)

I opened my eyes. It was gloomy, and the smell of fresh morning breezed into my nose, along with Marshall's scent - the fresh scent of woody outdoor with a hint of vanilla and apples, and rain and a bit sweat from last night.

I was laying next to Marshall, my head on his chest and his arm around me. We were both undressed with only the blanket covering our bareness. It did happen, it was real. For a few moments, I just stared outside the mouth of the cave.

I realized it was already daybreak. A little inkling of panic rushed through me. As if he sensed my unease, Marshall woke up, drowsily opening his eyes. He tipped his head to look down at me. "Marcy," he whispered, almost as if breathing out my name.

I looked at Marshall, and he looked back deep into my eyes. As if he read my mind, he heaved a sigh, and spoke, "Don't worry," he reassured as he pulled himself up to sit straight, and I did too. He put a hand on my cheek. "I'm willing to do everything for you, even if it means being the 'bad guy'. Whatever it takes," he continued.

Perhaps the miscellany of guilt and anxiety was evident on my face. A smile formed on my lips at his soothing words. He gave me a kiss on the lips, to which I returned passionately. "I wish you didn't have to go," Marshall deplored as he broke the kiss gently. "Me too," I frowned.

"Well, at least our clothes are now dry, I think," Marshall grinned as he faced to the direction of the mouth of the cave, making me chuckle. I looked at our clothes, scattered on the ground around the burnt out tepee. Then I remembered last night's lively episode. Tingles rushed up my spine as I recalled. I shook my head as I reached out for my clothes. This isn't the right time to be thinking about it, it's heating up my cheeks.

Marshall stood up and collected the garments to get dressed. Having the blanket to myself, I hid my body under it and managed to reach for my skivvies and pants outside. I decided I should just put them on while I hide under the blanket. Though I felt extreme euphoria that I was finally able to confess to him, and make love with him at that, I still kind of felt awkward. With my memories gone, I just saw him as a newfound love, a stranger I fell in love with. He held countless memories of us two. I didn't.

He had already worn his boxers and black jeans. He picked up my shirt and undergarment along with his shirt and handed my belongings to me. I accepted them while trying to hide my bared chest with the blanket. "Why so coy?" Marshall asked with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips. "I'm not coy," I replied, avoiding his eyes, because though I'm good at hiding my feelings, he can and he will always see it. He still hasn't put on his shirt, showing off his chiseled body.

I hid beneath the blanket and got dressed. As I pulled the blanket off my head, he approached me with a serious look on his face. His tummy muscles and built arms were already covered by a shirt. He cupped my face in his hands.