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Chapter Sixteen.

I woke up shirtless and in running shorts nestled against Marshall Lee who was wearing…well, he actually wasn't wearing anything. As I gained morning consciousness, I remembered what had happened the night before.

Marshall and I made out. And made out some more. A little more. A bit more. It was nice.

After that, I made us waffles and ice cream and changed into what I was wearing at the moment. I remember it was late, something like 4:13 in the morning, and I really didn't care if Marshall saw me shirtless or not.

When I walked out of the bathroom after changing out of my outfit for the night into my trusty running shorts and nothing else, I remember Marshall saying, "Wow."

Recalling this, I nuzzled by back deeper into Marshall's chest. He adjusted a bit and grunted.

I went back to remembering what else happened.

We ate the waffles on the bed, and watched a few episodes of some reality TV show on Netflix. I looked to my night stand where I saw the plates that had a few remnants of waffles and melted ice cream on them.

"Benji these are amazing." I remember Marshall saying.

I think that we held hands after that and I eventually fell asleep, leaving the part where Marshall shed his clothes a mystery to me. For some reason it didn't bother me that I was snuggling with a naked stranger. Oh well.

Deciding to be a tease, I turned around, and Marshall and I's chest were facing each other. I nestled my head onto the top of his chest and wrapped my arms around his somewhat cold body. I tangled my legs in his. It was then I found out he was wearing silk boxers instead of the assumed nothing.

This made me smile. I made myself think that if I was any other guy, Marshall would've been naked, as would I.

I made my way up to his lips. I pressed them against mine and left a full, long kiss on the sleeping Marshall. I think this fully woke him up, because his eyes fluttered open to find mine wide eyed looking into his.

"Good morning!"

I really am a fool for thinking that I am ever at an advantage with Marshall. I let my guard down and Marshall took advantage of my vulnerability and rolled on top of me, pinning my wrists down with his hands.

"Good morning."

He kissed me gently, and kept doing so. I closed my eyes softly and started to once again make out with Marshall. His lips were surprisingly soft. He had a little scruff on his face which made my lips tingle.

Just as I started to kiss back with a little more passion, I felt Marshall's lips leave mine and start on my neck. This was a new sensation that I…I loved.

I gasped a little and opened my eyes.

"Mar—Marshall."

"Yes?"

I didn't know what to say, so I guess he took that as a sign for him to keep going. Which it kind of was.

He moved down to my collar bone. Ugh. My collar bone was really bony and stuck out. I was too skinny. I winced a little as he kissed it.

Marshall then moved to the top of my torso and my nipples. He started kissing them and I moaned. Well, I think it was more like the sound an Elk makes when it wants food.

He moved to my abdomen. I knew full well where this was going and I did nothing to stop it. He kissed my hips and started to pull my shorts down a little bit then stopped. He went back up to my abdomen.

Slowly, Marshall made his way back up my body and was finally hovering over my face.

"Don't try to out-tease the tease" he said with a wink.

He then rolled off of me and walked into the hallway out of my bedroom, leaving the blanket that had been covering us on the ground.

I threw my head back on the pillow and sighed.

This boy.

I was just about to doze back off to sleep when I heard from the corner of the room a judgmental, "Mew."

"Mocha. Don't judge me. I'm just a little…aroused and excited is all. Same way with you and Catnip."

I heard Mocha's collar jingle and saw him walk out of my bedroom door.

I followed Marshall and Mocha's example and got out of bed. I then realized how embarrassing it would be to walk out into my living room in my current state. However I couldn't think of any solutions, so I just, tried to hold it down with my hand as I awkwardly walked into the main area of my apartment.

Marshall was in my kitchen feeding Mocha. I smiled when I saw this.

I was glad they were getting along so well.

I joined them in the kitchen. Luckily, my current state had been relieved.

When I got onto the tile floor, Marshall was leaning against the countertop watching me walk over. When I was a few feet away, I made for the opposite counter. But apparently, Marshall had different plans.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug. A half-naked hug with a stranger in my kitchen as my cat eats his breakfast. Lunch?

I then realized I had no idea what the time was.

From my position in the hug, I could turn my head a little more and see the clock on my microwave.

10:13.

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