A Little Lie | Marco Reus/Erik Durm

Chapter 1

"Too much?" he asked.

I don't think I've ever heard a guy asking, if he went too fast or did too much, that so sweet.

"No, I just needed to breathe" I said, making him laugh.

"You want to get some air?" he asked, and I nodded.

Marco took his hand in mine, as he followed me out of the club. As we passed by my friends, I turned my head to look at them, raising my eyebrow. We got out and sat down on street, feeling the cold breeze.

"Some air is nice" he said, looking up to the moon.

I nodded, closing my eyes. I felt the alcohol a bit sharper now.

"Yeah, it is"

"So do you do that often?" Marco asked, breaking the silence between us.

It made me look at him, wondering.

"Do what?"

"Tell strangers they dance good?" he said playfully, raising an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes at him, before sending him a smile.

"Not really, never actually" I confessed.

"So I'm your first?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I shrugged my shoulders, laughing at his joke.

"I guess so"

"Well, can't say I haven't heard that before" he joked, making me laugh.

Was my hands shaking? I think they are.

"No, honestly, I usually don't do this" I said, looking at the moon.

"What made you do it tonight?" he asked, and I looked at him.

Well, my friends' kind of dared me. No Mila, you can't say that. He waited patiently for me to answer.

"You" I finally said.

That wasn't a complete lie, though. He caught my eyes before that. He's interesting, but I don't know why. The silence spread again, but it wasn't bad or awkward. I shivered a bit, as the wind blew my hair.

"Are you cold?"

"A little"

"Come here" he said, as he put an arm around me.

He pulled me closer to him, letting me rest my head on his shoulder.

"So Marco, what do you do?" I asked, and it was like he froze.

That was a bit odd, wasn't it?

"I uhm... I kick a football around sometimes" he stuttered, making me look at him.

His cheeks were a bit red, but maybe he was just drunk.

"Like a coach or something?"

"Something like that" he smiled.

"What about you?" he hurried to ask, it made me bite my lip.

Well, I couldn't really tell him I went to school, could I? First of all, I'm not allowed to be in here, so that would be stupid. Secondly, he was probably a lot older than me, which made something in me fear he would get up and leave, if I told him my ag and that thought scared me.

"I work in a dress shop" I stuttered.

It wasn't a lie, I did, my mom owned one and I help her out after school.

"Cool" was all he said.

Marco seemed like a shy guy, but still with a good humour. I let my eyes glance up at him, which he caught and looked at me also. I sent him a smile, he sent one right back.

"What?" he asked.

"Do you think... maybe you could kiss me again?" I asked, feeling my cheeks turn red.

Gosh, really Mila? That sounded like something someone in kindergarten would say.

Marco laughed a little, shrugging.

"You're sweet, very incident"

"So that's a no?"

"No"

"A yes?" I asked, but I barely finished before he let his lips crash into mine once again.

I worried he could tell I was a bit unexperienced, but it didn't seem to bother him, though he definitely seemed to take notice. He played very carefully with my tongue, taking it very slow, like he could read my mind. My hand found his and he intertwined our fingers. Our kiss went further and further out, but at one point Marco pulled back.

"People are starting to stare" he laughed, making me blush.

I licked my lips, but they had a taste of Marco.

"How far away from here do you live?" I asked, making him smile.