My eyes flew open, and I saw him watching
me.
Studying me, until he realised I had woken up.
"Mmm...were you watching me sleep?"
"Salone," he said and lifted his hand to my hair, touching it, then pushing it behind my ears.
He just kept looking at me. I couldn't get a word out of him. So, I sat up on bed, with the sheets wrapping my nakedness, then I flipped my hair behind me and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Are you okay?" I asked looking at him, placing a hand of mine on his face, moving up to his hair to feel it's texture.
"Never been better." He replied pulling me to fall on him.
"Marcus! Why so playful?" I giggled out of excitement.
"You look so peaceful when you're sleeping do you know that?"
"Well you look refreshed compared to when last I saw you." I kissed his chest, then moved up to his neck.
"I've got a lot of things to share with you, Sally."
"Oh I remember you saying so, what's that about?"
We both sit up on bed then he rests my head on his shoulders and takes hold of my right hand.
"I'm in love with you Salone, like crazy love." He kisses my forehead.
Crazy love, I like the sound of that.
I turn to face him, admiring how charming he looked and how thoughtful he could be.
We had made love and I had fallen asleep in his arms, with him studying me in my sleep.
I'm definitely sure he had been doing a lot of thinking. He looked like he needed someone to talk to. whatever the hell was going on in his head, he was willing to tell me.
"Quit being romantic, tell me what's bugging you." I try to sound as cheerful as possible, yet I was experiencing severe body pains.
He begins to play with my hair, then I realise his lips moving towards mine. I tilt my head then I begin tickling him and he pulls me on top of him, smiling till he finally kisses me, A deep kiss. I pulled away, then we began staring at each other.
"Seriously Marcus, are you gonna tell me or not?"
"I feel insecure of you Sally."
"You think I don't feel insecure about you too? You are MARCUS RASHFORD, famous football player, the whole world literally knows you, girls are tripping for you, giving you the eye. You and Jesse Lingard, ladies are at your finger tips. You get what you want, oh you're so lucky I can't even u------
