Played.

30: "Gino's."

The next morning I woke up with pain all over my body. I looked to the floor, sliding on Marcus' shirt. Rolling back over, I saw that he wasn't next to me anymore.

"Morning, sweetheart." His voice came from across the room, as he walked through the door, already dressed, a tray in his hands.

He made his way over to me, kissing my forehead and setting the tray down on the bed. "How are you feeling?" He climbed onto the bed.

I groaned, rolling and shoving my face in the pillow. He laughed, stroking my hair. "I made breakfast."

With much effort, I dragged my aching body to sit upright. "You're the cutest." I smiled, as we started on the food.

"Guess what?" Marcus stuffed the last bits into my mouth.

"What?"

"You're not a virgin anymore." He cheesed.

"Shut up!" I sensed my face getting red, pulling up my knees and hiding it in my hands.

"How does it feel, you know, being a slut, and all, now?"

"Will you be quiet?" I picked up the pillow from behind me, whacking him.

"Hey, hey." He grabbed it, hitting me back. "It's not my fault you're a whore."

"Yes it is!" I took the other pillow, getting his side.

"Oh shit, sorry. I promise I won't do it again."

"You're an idiot." I smacked the pillow in his face.

A cheeky grin crossed Marcus' face, and we ended up getting into a pillow fight. Like in the movies, after numerous hits, the pillows exploded, showering us in feathers.

"You owe me new pillows." He blew feathers at my face from where he landed, laying on top of me.

"You owe me a kiss."

"Why is that?"

"For making me a slut."

"You're my slut." He kissed me.

"You're cheesy."

"And you're going in the shower." He lifted himself up.

"I am?" I sat up.

"You are." He was grabbing clothes, I had left at his house from before, out of the draw under his bed.

"May I ask why?" I stood.

"Because you smell." He tried to keep a straight face, one of his few weaknesses. "No, I'm kidding. We're going out."

"May I ask where?"

"To get you some snow stuff." He rose, handing me the clothes.

"So soon?"

"The sooner, the better." He held my side, kissing me cheek. "Now go, loser." He walked off downstairs.

After my shower, I tottered down the stairs, searching for Marcus in his massive house. I moseyed through to the kitchen, seeing him sitting on one of the counters. He looked like he was talking to someone, but I was pretty sure we were alone here.

"Hey, smelly." He hugged me, as I stood between his legs.

"I'm all clean now, sir."

He nuzzled his head into my shoulder, inhaling deeply. "Indeed you are."

As he let go of me, I turned around, seeing who he was talking to. Across from me, there was Justin, casually sitting on the island in the middle.

"Sleep well?" He smiled, a fake one I'm sure.