Wild Love ||Marcus Gunnarsen||

Chapter 14

-Marcus Gunnarsen are you still calm?

-It is still 3-3, so you haven't won

-Yet

-We have almost two minutes until the match is over

-They are enough for me

I say and exactly that moment my player scores a goal.

-NOOOO

I start laughing while Marcus throws aways from his hands his remote control.

He lays on the floor, hiding his face with his hands.

I lay on the top of him and take his hands away.

-I heard that you just lost...is it true?

-I just let you win

-You wish this was true

He turns us upside down and starts kissing me. He bites my lower lip and let his tongue play with mine. His hands travel underneath my top and strokes my back. I know what he is trying to do and I really wanna continue this but teasing him is the best feeling ever.

I break the kiss and smile evily

-Hmmm...what was that noise?

-I didn't hear anything

-Don't you hear? The kitchen is calling you

-Ugh... this is unfair

-I won, you lost. Pretty fair.

-You wear only my Tshirt. I couldn't focus on the game

-Not my problem bebe

I bite softly his cheek and we both get up, heading to the kitchen.

Suddenly he stops.

-Well what about doing something more interesting? 

-Like what?

-We can play a game while I am cooking.

-What kind of game?

-I will cook and sometimes I will give you some of the ingredients to taste. Everytime you find one of them, I take off my Tshirt, them my jeans and...

-And what happens when I don't find what it is?

-Then you take off something...even though you dont have many clothes to take off...

-And what will I win?

-The one who stays with more clothes, will choose the movie that we will see at night.

-Hmm...Deal

He puts his hand on the marble kitchen, showing me where I should sit.

He was cooking while he was telling me many stories from the places he has been.

-I really love all of these stories...BUT I have to admit that Disneyland sounds really fun

-Yeah it is..Emma liked it too

-Emma?

-My little sister...It is really strange to me the fact that you really don't know many things about me. I am used to people who know me from social media

-I just knew some of your songs. I never "searched" information about you or something. I don't think that this is bad

-No it is not. It is interesting

he says while he pass his tongue through his lips.

His hands are busy at cutting something that seems to me like bacon, but some hair strides are in front of his eyes. He tries to blow them away but they are still there.