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"That's the one." Our eyes meet and, god, I want to reach across the table and take his hand in mine.
I blow out a breath. "I know I'm only here for a short time, but let's make it a good time, okay?"
Marsh rests his chin in his hands, his eyes pointed straight at me like he's deep in thought. "Definitely. Let's make the most of the time we have together."
* * *
I fell asleep on the car ride back to Marsh's place.
In my defense, I did just travel halfway across the planet, so forgive me for not being able to keep my eyes open after a delicious home-style meal.
Last thing I remember before turning in is Marsh mentioning something about going snowshoeing during the day before heading out for some drinks tonight.
I stretch and let out a loud yawn as I crawl out from under the warm covers. Bright winter sunlight streams through the windows. I take a guess that it must be sometime after seven.
Marsh is an early riser, so he's probably already awake. My suspicions are confirmed the second I open the bedroom door and am met by the sight of my good friend standing in the hallway, naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Well, well, well. This is a nice way to start the day," I say, placing my hands on my hips and taking a moment to roam my friend's insanely buff body. Let's just say, working in construction definitely agrees with him.
"I was just about to jump into the shower when I remembered I hadn't left you a towel."
I bend over and pick up the towel he left by my door, then take my sweet-ass time as I straighten back to full height, my eyes in feast-overload mode.
"Thanks," I say, waving the towel.
Marsh keeps looking at me. I may have been tired last night, but I didn't miss the sadness in his voice when he spoke about me only having three days here.
And now that I'm thinking back, there was also something that struck me about his plan for us to go out and get drunk tonight. Marsh isn't a big drinker. Never has been. Don't think I can recall him wanting to 'go out and get drunk' ever.
"Should we stop by the Pancake Pantry for breakfast?" he asks.
"Sure. That'd be great."
We stare at each other for a while longer, my gaze firmly fixed on his dark, narrow eyes looking right back at me. God, what I wouldn't give for a lifetime of staring into—
He clears his throat. "You should probably shower." He waves a finger in front of his nose. "Hate to say it, but you kinda stink, buddy."
"You love my stink," I retort.
Marsh shakes his head and laughs as he walks away. I duck into the bathroom and lean against the door.
Maybe tonight's the night.
What better time to confess my true feelings than on a night out where the goal is to get shit-faced? It comes with the added bonus that if he reacts badly, I can be a total coward and blame it all on the alcohol the next day.
Yeah. That's actually a damn good idea.
I strip out of my pajamas and jump into the shower.
It's decided, then.
We'll spend a great day together, and then tonight, I am telling Marsh Duncan that I'm in love with him.
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Marsh
"This is really nice. I'm glad we're doing this," Tal says, walking next to me.
