blind. | marcus rashford

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We enter his home. I've been here many times before so I know my way around. We walked up to his bedroom. He grabbed my clothes.

"I'm gonna put it here." he points to his drawer.

I nod.

I'm already in my pajamas so I don't need to change. Marcus still needed to change.

He decided to change in front of the bed, right in front of me.

He takes off his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers.

"Fuck." I mumble.

Marcus smirks. "You like what you see?"

He starts flexing making me laugh and blush heavily.

"Yeah, I do." I wink.

He puts shorts on and gets in bed. He pulls me towards him and holds me close. He wraps his arm around my waist. I put my head on his chest and wrap my arms and legs around him.

I yawn. "Goodnight baby."

"Goodnight princess."

He plays with my hair as I fall asleep. He knows that I love that.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

-

9:45 AM

I opened my eyes and saw Marcus playing on the PS4, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I got up and hugged him from behind.

"Good morning handsome." I say as I kiss his cheek.

I feel his smile forming.

"Good morning beautiful. Did you sleep well?" he asks.

"Yeah, I did. Slept way better because of you." I flirt.

"Am honored." he chuckles.

I grabbed my clothes and got ready in the bathroom. I changed and put my hair into a pony tail. I wore an England tracksuit.

I walked out to Marcus' room.

"Let me play against you in FIFA." I smirk.

"Okay.. but I won't go easy." he winks.

"I won't either."

...

After playing for a while, Marcus ended up winning.

"Okay but I almost beat you." I laugh.

"You've gotten better. Between you and I, I think you could beat Jesse." he jokes.

"I'm telling him now." I joke as I get up.

He pulls me down making me fall onto his lap.

"No you're not." he laughs and kisses me.

I was kissing back until he started to suddenly tickle me.

"S-sTOP!" I managed to spit out as I was dying of laughter.

He stops. "So, are you still gonna tell him?" he grins.

I shake my head almost immediately.

"Good." he says and lets me get up.

I get up and just stand there. Marcus looks at me in confusion.

A split second later I tackle him and start tickling him.

"OKAY, I'M SORRY! PLEASE STOP! GET OFF ME!" he begs between his laughter.

"That's what I thought." I stand up and grin.

"Okay then.. let's go to St. George's now, shall we?" Marcus says.

I nod.

We get into his car.

Marcus put on some music but it was quiet for a few minutes.

He puts his hand on my thigh, giving me goosebumps and making me blush.

"Do you want to go out for lunch later babe?" he asks.

"I'd love to." I smile. "Where do you want to go?"

"Your favorite place." he replies and looks at me, smiling.

"Awee, you're the best. You're seriously so cute." I gush.

"I know I am." he winks.

I hit his arm slightly and laugh.

"But you're way cuter." he winks.

I blush. "Shut up. You most definitely are way cuter, don't even."

"I— wow." he laughs. "Take my compliments." he frowns. "You'll be hearing a lot more in the future, beautiful." he winks.

"You and your winks." I chuckle. "Thank you handsome. And you will be hearing a lot more compliments in the future too. But you're cuter, so can you not?"

We argued about who's cuter for the rest of the car ride there.