~ Marcus Gunnarsen

Marcus was a famous singer in the whole world, he sang together with his twin brother Martinus. Marcus and you been dating for 3 years.

Marcus's drunk at a party, as you guide him outside, his arm tight around your waist. His head drops onto your shoulder.

"You're so pretty," he mumbles, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

You bite back a smile. "Yeah."

Marcus pulls back just enough to look at you with wide, glassy eyes. "Yeah?"

You nod.

"Damn," he mutters, lip jutting slightly. "He must be lucky."

You try not to laugh and reach into his pocket for his car keys, but he catches your wrist.

"Whoa," he murmurs, looking down at your hand, then back at you, eyes hazy.

"How would your boyfriend feel about you touching me like that?" Marcus says.

You lean closer, voice gentle. "Marcus, baby. You are my boyfriend."

His breath hitches. "Really?"

"Yes. Really." You smiled.

For a second he just stares - then his face breaks into the softest, lopsided grin. his arms tighten around you and he buries his face in your neck. "Damn," he mumbles. "I'm lucky."