Marcus’ POV
It’s game night, I kissed my lucky horseshoe, in fact, I kissed every damn inch of Rory’s body multiple times on Friday, bringing her to c****x over and over until she was limp in my arms, barely able to keep her eyes open. I fell asleep, my arms wrapped around her lithe body, and for the first time in a long time, I slept peacefully. The only problem is that when I woke up again, she was gone, no note, nothing, just gathered up her clothes and fled. I had no way to f.ucking contact her, and I still don’t know where she lives so I just had to sit in my apartment annoyed and disappointed that she f.ucking ran from me . . . again.
So now, I’m pumped with an adrenaline I can't contain, as I perch on the edge of the bench whilst the second line, play with everything they’ve got.
