Freshly showered, I lay with my head on Louis’ chest while Marcus trailed his fingers across my back; I was too tired to do much else besides listen to their softly spoken words.
“Thank you,” Louis said and I realized his words were directed at me, so I shifted to look up at him with a raised eyebrow.
“What for,” I propped my chin up into the palm of my hand, trying not to yawn. I didn’t want to ruin this moment with a big yawn, no matter how tired I felt.
“For being ours, for letting me be yours.” Louis whispered and I felt that feeling swirling in my chest, the one that I didn’t have a name for yet. The one I didn’t want to have a name for yet. The small voice in my head screamed that it was much too soon.
“Louis is right, thank you Amelia.” Marcus said as he rested his head on
