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Marcus and I went into a room upstairs to change into our pajamas. I put on my silky shorts and oversized tee. I turned around and Marcus already finished changing.

"You look so good." Marcus said, walking over to me.

He looked at me up and down while biting and licking his lips.

Fuck. Why does everything he do have to be so hot?

He kisses me while he squeezes my butt. Of course, I kiss back. He picks me up and I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He pushes me up against the wall and aggressively attacks my neck with kisses. He sucks on my neck at the sweet spot as well making me moan quietly and run my fingers through his hair. He chuckles.

"HURRY UP!" Jesse yells from downstairs.

Marcus and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes.

"One minute!" Marcus groans.

He moves back up to my lips and passionately kisses me.

I feel his tongue trying to go through, asking for permission and I allow it. It worked its magic.

Marcus and I pulled away breathing heavily.

"You're such a great kisser." I tell him.

"I know I am." He smirks and winks.

I scoff and push him on his arm.

"But you are too." he added and kissed me on the lips one more time before opening the door.

"Let's go." he said.

We walked downstairs to the living room, where Jesse was sitting on the couch, on his phone.

He looks up and sees us hand-in-hand, waiting for him.

"Finally." he sighs. "You two took forever."

He gets up and we walk downstairs.

"I know I said I'll third-wheel, but I do not appreciate you two making me wait so long for everything." he complains.

Marcus and I looked at each other and shrugged while laughing.

"Sorry." we said.

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The Movie Theater :

-The Movie Theater :

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Marcus and I sat on one couch and cozied up together, while Jesse got his own.

Jesse groans. "No one wants to come overrrr."

"Ask Louie and Sunny to come." Marcus suggested.

"Oh yeahh." Jesse replies.

I start laughing. "You forgot to invite your own brother and friend?"

"Alright, leave me alone." Jesse laughs.

He texts them and immediately receives a text back. He happily dances around.

Marcus and I looked at each other and made a face.

"They're coming over!" he sings.

"Now you don't have to third-wheel anymore." Marcus says.

Jesse hits the folks.

"You're so ugly." I laugh.

He spins around and does Michael Jackson dance moves.

I recorded it and put it on my Snapchat and Instagram stories. Our laughter filled the room.

"Hey, what are you kids laughing about?" Louie asks.

We all looked up to the entrance of the movie theater and see Louie and Sunny standing there.

"What the fuck? How did you guys get in my house?" Jesse asks, puzzled.

"You left your door unlocked?" Sunny replies, super confused.

"I— what? Oh shit." Jesse panics.

"Relax, we locked the door for you." Louie says.

"Oh, thank God." Jesse sighs in relief.

"So what movie are we watching?" Sunny asks.

Jesse shrugs and everyone turns to me.

"Why does everyone always turn to me?!" I ask.

"You always have an idea." Marcus replies.

I stop to think for a bit.

"How about a comedy?" I suggest.

Jesse pulls up Netflix and goes to the comedy genre. We decided to watch one of Kevin Hart's stand-up comedies.

Monday night and we're having a sleep over at Jesse's, watching a stand-up comedy.

I snapchatted a quick video of the screen and then captioned it 'Monday night sleepover 😂'.

I placed my phone down and laid my head on Marcus' chest. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer.

His warm embrace.

We watched the comedy and shared many laughs together.

By the end of the movie, everyone was tired. We have a big day awaiting for us, first day back with the England squad.

Marcus played with my hair as always, helping me fall asleep quickly.

"Goodnight babe." I mumble, ready to pass out any second now.

"Goodnight beautiful." he says and leaves a kiss on my forehead.

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