Marcus’ POV
I lean against the doorframe of the sports car as Rory’s voice peters off, her eyes closed as she passes out. I shake my head, a smile tugging at me as I watch her for a second, she’s a damn cute drunk I’ll give her that.
Leaning into the car, I pull on the seatbelt, as I stretch over my blonde, her perfume enveloping me. I can’t help but inhale deeply, it’s fresh, muted, and somehow completely her, it flashes memories of her spread out across the hotel bed across my mind causing my jeans to tighten.
I shake my head firmly, clipping the belt into its housing before withdrawing from the space and the enigmatic woman who I can’t seem to leave alone.
Shutting the door gently, so as not to disturb the sleeping woman, I jog around the hood to the driver's side and climb in.
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