IF I GET MY WAY- Marcus Rashford

17- IRL Marcus & Leigh

(Forgive me now readers for now I have sinned. May I be baptised in the river Jordan by disciple John to be cleans of my sin) well um To simplify it... SMUT INC. in this chapter. But the book is rated mature.

3rd person

As the heavy front door slammed, Leigh placed her bags down and walked towards the kitchen to make a drink. Whilst in the car her and Marcus were talking about when they we're younger and there was some occasional flirting between the both. One occasion caused Leigh to stroke up and down Marcus' arm causing him some discomfort. Standing in the doorway, Marcus was taking his shoes off still. Leigh was still in a very flirtatious mood; especially since now she can playfully tease Marcus now.
He finally gets his shoes off and does an awkward dry cough to get her attention.

Marcus: well I'm gonna set up fifa in my room so if you want to join you can.

He asks nervously. He doesn't understand why he has a hard time asking these questions now. It was so normal before.

Leigh: yeah I'll join, but do you have something comfortable I can wear?

Leigh replies as she closes the fridge. Marcus throws one of his jerseys at her. She takes a bag along with her into the bathroom to get changed.

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Leigh stood there in the mirror admiring herself as you do. She decided to put on the red lingerie set that she got earlier because she thought it was nice and reminded her of Marcus' flustered moment. She unlocked the door and started walking towards Marcus room.

Once again, Marcus was caught in awe. He couldn't help but stare; Leigh looked beautiful . He admired how his shirt hung across her gorgeous figure and how it grazed the top of her thigh.

Leigh: it's rude to stare you know.

Leigh laughed as Marcus snapped out of it.

Marcus: s-sorry but you look pret- I mean gorgeous...yeah

Marcus mentally face palmed at his comment. 'Your loosing your cool' Marcus thought to himself.

Leigh: awe thanks, someone's becoming a bit more confident with this flirting game

Leigh giggled, the same light ones Marcus likes to hear when they used to talk about random shit together.

Marcus: eh he ha... maybe not if I would say so myself...

He scratches his neck to avoid the awkward gaze between the two. Leigh turned around and sat behind him on the bed, pressing her back into the soft white linen sheets, looking back up at Marcus in confusion.

Leigh: what makes you think that?

Leigh plays with fingers waiting for a reply from Marcus.

Marcus: well, like you said over text, it's different now.

Leigh thinks back to what she said. Mainly her admitting her feelings towards Marcus which still withstand.

Leigh: Well, if you want some sort off of closure ... I still like you in that kind of way and I sort of know I'm now the only one between us that feels that way.