Infinite (Eminem x reader)

Chapter 17

He put air quotes around it, and you sighed quietly. "You don't have to stick around for that, you know. I saw you checking the window out yesterday. It's definitely a lot more appeasing than my mother's lectures. And her breakfast.."

Your mom was a good cook, a great one even. However, you had never found joy in eating her breakfast. It seemed like breakfast had always been the catalyst for her sour mood and never ending lectures. Marshall thought about what you said for a moment, then shrugged. You could tell he wasn't necessarily comfortable, but what he said next surprised you.

"Gotta meet her sooner or later right? I mean, I am takin' her daughter halfway across the country and whatnot." He answered nonchalantly, causing you to chuckle. "I can't lie and say it'll go down smoothly but.." he rubbed the bridge of his nose, his head tossing lightly as though he were coming to a conclusion. "I'll try my best."

*MINI TIME SKIP*

Marshall's rich laughter echoed off the bathroom tiles, a symphony of amusement as his eyes drank in the scene before him. Your back was your only shield, though it betrayed your embarrassment in a vivid scarlet hue.

Leaning against the wall, you tried to project an air of nonchalance, attempting to mask your acute awareness of the steam swirling around the room. The rosy tint in your cheeks, though, was a candid giveaway. It was difficult to tell whether it was the sultry tendrils of shower warmth, or the cheeky tension swirling between you and Marshall, that colored your face. You dared not turn around, your focus anchored to the innocuous wall, while the weight of Marshall's unclothed gaze left an electric prickle on your skin.

"And you complain about how long my showers are." You huffed, still not turning as you reached underneath the cabinet and tossed him a towel. "That took forever."

Marshall smirked, briefly drying himself off before sliding the towel around his waist. "Aye, don't act like time ain't a fluid concept to you too. Besides, You're the one who begged to wait inside with me."

"Get over yourself." You huffed, speaking in a hushed whisper, your face reddening even more. "Besides, it's not like you were itching to decline anyways."

"Touché." Marshall murmured, stepping out of the shower. "It ain't my fault your bathroom is weird."

"It ain't my fault either." You shot back, turning around before you could stop yourself. You were relieved to find that the towel had found a way to his waist. However, it was difficult to stop yourself from staring. "I-it's Leigha's. She used to stay in here for hours so my mom took the locks off the bathrooms. It was a while ago, and for some reason she never put them back on. I'd just.. I'd rather not have either of them walking in on you taking a shower. It would have been too weird to stand guard outside of the door and-"

"Y/n.." Marshall smirked, turning to face you as he stretched slightly. You watched, mentally making note of the way his abs seemed to flex and move with his momentum. You glanced away the moment he caught your eye again. "Relax, I was just fucking with you. I get it."

You nodded a bit, trying to still the heat in your cheeks. "I know. We just.. a shower was a must. She would have made all sorts of comments about how we still smelled like alcohol. I swear it's like she has a super nose.."

You had taken your shower first, you had moved with an almost superhuman speed, the water a cascading in a matter of urgency, washing away the remnants of the previous night as if in a frenzied rush.

Marshall's bemused voice cut through the air, accompanied by a playful smirk as he pushed the clothes you tossed his way. "You know, you didn't have to be all shy about it."

"You did too, you were turned around the whole time." You countered, your cheeks enflaming once more as you retorted.

"What were you watchin' me or something?" He laughed. "I only turned because you asked me to," he quipped, his shirt and sweatpants finding their place on his frame as he finished drying off. You spun away from him, attempting to cloak yourself in a veil of privacy. It was strange. As much as you felt yourself wanting to turn, wanting to stare, you didn't. You weren't used to this at all, and yet it felt as though you had been thrown in head first. You knew that one day, at some point, you would be used to this or something similar. But for now, the redness of your face was impossible to quell.