Chapter 17

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I woke up feeling uncomfortably hot, i opened my eyes and moved a little and as i did i realised I was trapped by Marshall's leg cocked over my mine, i didn't want to move or disturb him because he was flat out, mouth open making a very faint snoring noise from the back of his throat, he had one arm under his pillow and the other resting on the top of the cover over me, i used this opportunity wisely and drunk him in. I slowly raised my arm and traced my finger ever so softly over the soft skin on his shoulder, looking more closely at his 'Bonnie & Clyde' portrait of his daughter, i could clearly see in the roses the cover up of his old 'Eminem' tattoo it was a clever cover up but if you looked closely enough you could definitely tell there was writing beneath it. His skin was baby soft, i wasn't sure why that surprised me so much, maybe because i just presumed men had quite rough skin? I then traced my finger along his prominent collar bone and followed down the curve of his right peck, he was soo smooth, he must have shaved because there wasn't even any baby soft hair, just bare, smooth skin. His physique was amazing, he was in such good shape, but he did have that bit of 'podge' which i was very fond, I didn't like a totally ripped man, I liked a bit of something to grab hold of. He was asleep with his mouth open which gave him a
slight double chin, i loved this moment, getting the opportunity to take a personal tour of his body with my fingertips.
My fingers instantly retracted as he flinched in his sleep. I decided to play safe and stoped touching him. I looked over his shoulder at his alarm clock, it was only 8:15am. I knew exactly what why i felt so shit, the combination of jet lag, hot Detroit air, wine and an intense workout with Marshall didn't leave me feeling too on top of my game...

"Time is it?" Marshall interrupted my thoughts, i looked at him, he was still sleeping,

"Quarter-past 8" I replied, but he didn't. I shook my head a little and smiled, why was he so adorable?! A sudden shock came to me as i thought about checking my phone, where the hell was it? I unstuck myself from Em's hot leg and climbed out of bed, ohh my legs were sore. I rubbed the insides of my thighs and walked towards the en-suite.
Once in there, i flicked my head upside down and fluffed up my hair, i tossed it back and watched as it fell smoothly again rather than it being all over in a 'just fucked' mess. After finishing in the bathroom i went back to the bedroom, Marshall was still in the exact spot I'd left him in, it was time to go and find my luggage. I crept down the large hallway onto the top foyer and then down the stairs, my luggage was there, at the end of the steps, five of my suitcases! Jesus how much had Karlie and my mother packed for me? i started to rummage, i pulled out a long sleeved, yellow crop top and paired it with some high waisted vintage style Chanel jeans, i opened another suitcase and found my underwear and the opened another and pulled out my brand new white nike Air Force ones. By the looks of things they had packed everything, even my Chanel baseball hats, i picked out my white one that had a big print of the logo on the front of the hat in black and 'Chanel' inscribed on the back of the fitting strap. I gathered my make up bag and toiletries and carried them to the main bathroom...

After an intense hot shower i unpacked all my things in a guest bedroom, he had two to choose from so i picked the one furthest away from his bedroom so i didn't wake him with my hairdryer.

Make-up done I then straightened my hair and styled it to the right in a long, sleek ponytail that I popped through my cap and left two long side pieces down to frame my face, i loved the look of the cap i was really feeling this entire outfit.
It was now twenty-past 10 and i had no idea what to do with myself, i sprayed some of my perfume and walked out of my room, closing the big dark wooden door behind me. I then heard a creek come from down the hall, it was Marshall's bedroom door, his hair was all wet and a towel hung from his hips, i was stopped in my tracks as the light from inside the bedroom reflected water droplets on his arm and down his mid torso... fresh from the shower,

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