Marcus looked away from the door, swearing to himself as he moved to the bathroom. When he returned, he handed me a shirt as he pulled my blouse to the side. “You need to change.” He muttered, his fingers moving to undo the buttons of my blouse.
“What?” I asked, my head spinning from what had just happened it. He placed the bandage on my neck, his fingers barely grazing my skin.
“You’ve got blood on your collar.” Marcus said, as he slipped the shirt from my shoulders and Louis loosed his hold from around my waist.
“What did she mean, you taking my place?” I asked as Louis fingers skimmed over my arms, pulling my blouse off.
“We’ll figure something out,” he said briskly as he slipped the button-up shirt onto me. His fingers moving deftly as he buttoned it up, I studied his f
