Marcus

Marcus and you are boyfriend and girlfriend, you've lived together for some time, and you've been in a relationship for 2 years.

It's around 2:30 in the morning, it's raining at night, you're asleep, but Marcus, on the other hand, couldn't sleep. He tried, but he couldn't; his hormones were running high.

Marcus watched you out of the corner of his eye. The sheets were wrapped around your legs, revealing their bare skin. "You look so sexy in those short pajamas; you're so beautiful even while sleeping," he thought to himself. He bit his lip and slowly ran his hand through your hair, then traced your neck with his index finger and moved down your side.

You were lying on your side, with your back to him. His hand moved along your waist until it reached your legs.

"How beautiful you are," he whispered. His breathing was ragged and eager; he was flushed, and a light layer of sweat was beginning to form. He was hesitating to wake you and tell you he wanted to do it, but he didn't know if you wanted it. It was late, and he didn't want to interrupt your sleep, but his desire seemed to control him.