Marcus’ POV
Piling off the plane, we head to the coach that is waiting for us, my hand is still holding tightly to Rory’s, f.uck what anyone else thinks, she just admitted that she’s been waiting for me since our date, like f.uck am I letting go of her.
I drag her onto the bus, ignoring the coach who raises his eyebrow as his gaze falls to our entwined hands but says nothing.
Our cases have been placed underneath so I don’t have to worry about them which is good because right now all I can concentrate on is getting to the hotel, up to my room, and stripping my woman naked before licking every square inch of her creamy skin.
I usher her to the back part of the bus, where I think we'll get the most privacy, picking a row roughly four from the back. I get Rory to take a seat first, beside
