Marcus & Martinus Imagines

72: martinus • "we cannot"

Song: Indila's Dernière danse

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"You know we cannot do this, Martinus Gunnarsen", I said, finally putting my book away and watching this young, stunning guy standing in front of me, on the other side of the table.

"I know but this is all what I want from you", he said making himself look more adorable than a second ago, what he did already then.

"He won't know".
"Ever".

He tried fascinate me by his eyes. I've done it once already. Because I've been fascinated by his brother. But I know this cannot happen with this brother too.
I was one year older than both of them. I was more mature than them. Even more than Marcus but because he was more mature than his brother, I started to like him, not Martinus.

But I have to admit, Martinus is a cutie, none can't deny it.

"Just a one dance", I agreed sighing. He begged me to dance with him. Because he has this huge crush on me, and I know it. But Marcus, which I'm dating, doesn't.

"You're the best", Martinus smiled and had the cute, teeny and little bit childish smile on his mouth that boys get when a girl they like accept to go on a date with them. That made him cute. The way he acted.

I got up from the old chair and soon I was in the middle of Martinus' soft grab.

"You like this song?" he asked looking at deeply into my eyes. I nodded. I didn't want to talk. It was just this one dance, because of him. Now we were thinking of Martinus, not what was wrong or right or what I wanted or what Marcus wanted. Everything was up to Martinus now. I was all on his.

"You're a good dancer", soon he said. Not interrupting the dance, because the song was still going on. But speaking not over, but a little bit louder that I could hear it, over the music.
"You're not bad yourself", I said while going closer him, and when I first time turned my look into him.

He was already staring at me.

He is always staring at me. Always when I'm with Marcus. I've been avoiding kissing him in front of Martinus that he couldn't feel the pain, because I know it hurts to be rejected from your crush. And we're friends, so it's a reason too why not to hurt him.

"You're a good guy", he seemed confused of my little move but it didn't seem disturbing him. He actually got relaxed more. I knew what I was doing, and I knew what were the risks. But because I knew what I did, it also meant there wasn't any risks.
"You knew that?" I confirmed.

He nodded shyly.

"I hope you're happy", I wishpered when I put my head down to his shoulder. Half of his chest, because I was so short, and half of his shoulder.

"I hope you're", he wishpered and gave me a kiss on my head.