After lunch Marcus gathered our containers and tossed them into the trash, I watched Louis stand and offer his hand to me. Smiling as I slipped my fingers into his palm, he pulled me to stand. I was still a little shaky, but lunch had helped.
He kissed me, his lips meeting mine tenderly. My heart beat fluttered in my chest, how could they make me feel so loved? So cherished?
“I’ll see you later,” Louis said as he pulled back and I let out a soft sigh.
“Why don’t you go get cleaned up?” Marcus said nodding his head towards the small bathroom, “I’ll grab your bag for you.”
I nodded and headed towards the bathroom, looking in the mirror I grimaced. You could tell what we had done during lunch. My hair was a mess and my lipstick was completely rubbed off. Turning on the tap, I spl
