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-After a while- 

I was going to Marcus's house and I ring. Martinus opens me: -What are you doing here?- 

-Marcus told me that he needed some help in maths so I came here.-

-Pay attention to Marcus, you know what's Marcus's work.- and he winks me. 

-Oh, uhm... Where is Marcus's room.- 

-Oh it's the first one in the left.-

-Thanks.-

I go to the room and I knock the door. -Come!-

-Hey, Marcus. It's me Greis.- He smiles big and got up from the bed, he was shirtless and only in football trousers. He was so so so so sexy. I bite my lips and look down. 

-You are so cute when you blush.-

-Are you flirting with me? I know you do that to every girl.- I say laughing. He comes closer to me and strokes my cheek. -Stop it Marcus. I am not falling for you.-

-I see that... You are not falling for me, you love me.-

-In your dreams...- He laughs and goes wearing his t-shirt. I take a deep breath.

-Ok, I said that I needed help in maths, so we can start with it.- He points the seat and I sit. He takes his maths book and his exercise book. He didn't understand equations?! Omg, they are so simple! -Why are you laughing?-

-Equations? Really? They are so simple!-

-Oh, shut up!- He bites his lips. He is so perfect. OH GOD. OH MY GOD. GOSH I AM STARING AT HIM. I fast look away and hear him laughing. I start explaining him and in one moment my pen dropped in the ground, I fast go down and take it, but in that moment my and Marcus's hand touched. -Sorry, I didn't mean to touch you.-

-No problem and thanks.- When we finish, I go to the door and before going out of the house, Marcus takes my hand and makes me turn to him. 

-Thanks for helping, you know, me and maths are enemies.- 

-You're welcome and tell me your grade.- 

- Of course I will.- And he smiles, his precious smile! -You are helping me for the second time, I should do a favor to you.-

-That's not worth it.- he hugs me and I feel like in paradise 

-Bye.-

-Bye.-

A/N:

OMG SO CUTE!

OK BYE.

-Grissino50


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