THE BEACH HOUSE
9:24 AM||THIRD PERSON||
||MITCH AND MYRA||Myra is fast asleep on Mitch's bare chest as the two are entangled in Mitch's bed sheets. Their clothes from the night before are sprawled over the floor.
Mitch is now wide awake and is waiting for Myra to wake up. His hand is playing with her curls as he examines her face. He's gonna miss her.
"Morning." Myra says with her eyes still closed.
"How did you know I'm awake?" Mitch questions.
"You're always awake before me you loser." Myra starts.
"Do you have a headache?"
"I little, but you helped out a lot though." Mitch says as he's quick to place his both arms on either side of Myra's head as he hovers over top of her. Mitch then begins to place stop kisses up from Myra's neck all the way to her chin.
"It's out last day here Mitch, we need to get packing." Myra says pushing Mitch off of herself causing him to land flat on his back.
"Stop watching me." Myra says shaking her head as she gets up from the bed and picks up her hoodie from the ground and puts it on.
"I can't help it." Mitch says leaning his head against the head board.
"Just stop." Myra says a bit more serious, catching Mitch off guard.
"What's wrong?" Mitch asks as he gets up from bed and slip on his boxers.
"It's nothing." Myra says as she pulls on her underwear and shorts.
"I'll see you later." Myra says as she opens the bedroom door but Mitch is quick to close the door, pinning Myra to the door with his other hand. Myra then turns back around to Mitch, not daring to look straight at his face.
"Tell me." Mitch says as he inches his face towards Myra so she could look at him, but she just turns her head and looks somewhere else
"Myra, look at me." Mitch says and Myra finally looks into Mitch's face.
"What." Myra says with venom in her voice.
"What's. Wrong." Mitch says.
"Nothing Marns, It's nothing." Myra says shoving Mitch away before opening the door and racing up to her room before anyone can catch that the two were together.
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Memories Faded: Mitch Marner
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