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***k what anyone else thinks, she just admitted that she’s been waiting for me since our date, like f***k 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
