After a nice warm relaxing bath, Amila limped to her room with a towel wrapped around her body. She walked to her closet pulling out a pair of sweats and a hoodie. She looked to the jacket on her bed smiling, it was very sweet of Marcos to have given her it to keep her warm. She picked up the jacket, grabbing her crutches and walked out of her room. She could hear both Luca and Street snoring with their doors open,
"Boys", she muttered.
She limped out carefully closing the door behind her. She inhaled deeply making her way down the street. Gazing around the neighborhood she could see the homes were beautiful and intact, the gardens were looking very beautiful that time of year. She could hear loud music as she got closer to the next block, looking to her right she spots Marcos leaning up against his car drinking a beer with his boys. He went to take a sip of his drink only to turn his head to see her.
She froze not really having the guts to approach him, so she opted in limping away.
"I'd think you are being a snitch walking away the way you did", a voice spoke up from behind her.
Amila turned to see Marcos walking up to her with an eyebrow raised,
"Sorry...I never meant for it to look that way", she said shivering.
"Then what were you doing?", Marcos asked seeing her at least dressed in warm clothes.
Amila nervously held out his jacket towards him, seeing his eyes trail down to it,
"Thank you for letting me use it", she softly says.
Marcos shakes his head pushing the jacket back towards her,
"Keep it...", he tells her. Amila smiled which turned into a wince when she felt pain in her thigh.
Marcos took a sip of his beer,
"You in pain?", he asked seeing her smile but he could see the pain she was in, she definitely couldn't hide it well. He tossed his beer in the bush,
"Come", he says as she slowly limped behind him but he stayed beside her to keep with her pace just to make sure she didn't fall or anything.
She smiled to herself following alongside him. She sees Shorty sitting on the porch steps of their abuelas house. She was a bit weary to go inside but Marcos gestured for her to follow him. She used her crutch to lift herself on the steps, almost losing balance if it wasn't for Marcos,
"Careful", he stated helping her.
Amila thanked him quietly and continued to follow him through the kitchen and into a room; his room.
She looked around at how neat it was, seeing a photo of Marcos and Shorty with what looked to be their abuela. She wondered where his parents were and why their was no pictures of them.
"Sit down on the bed", Marcos tells her softly as she placed her crutches against the bed. She exhaled shaking her leg out but Marcos stopped her,
"Your stubborn..you know that, right?", he sat beside her on the bed picking up her thigh and placed it in his lap.
Amila smiled leaning forward, "yeah, I get that alot", she says as he takes off the brace and massages the area around her stitches,
"Um, I have shorts on, you mind if I take my pants off ?", she questioned pointing to her pants.
He gently dropped her leg with a nod and she stood up, sliding her pants off carefully. Her eyes find Marcos who was looking the other direction until she sat down,
"You need to show me how your able to work this magic you got", she chuckled seeing him smirk.
He picked up her leg placing it back on his thigh,
"Looks a bit infected", he frowned touching her skin.
Amila nods,
"Yeah, I've been overdoing it with all the walking I do. I just hate being in one spot for too long", she tells him. He applied pressure around the area making Amila grunt, fisting a handful of his shirt,
"Ow", she winced. Marcos rubbed the area gently,
"Oops", he smirked.
Amila raised an eyebrow,
"When I'm all healed, I'm sooo going to kick your ass", she mumbled punching his shoulder lightly.
Marcos chuckled staring into her eyes,
"I look forward to it hermosa", he said keeping eye contact.
A knock interrupted them, looking towards the door to see Shorty,
"Hey, abuela wants to know if your girl is staying over for breakfast?", he looked to Amila who looked at Marcos then back at Shorty,
"I'd love to", she smiled.
Marcos stared at Amila, his heart beating wildly against his chest, this girl didn't mind that Shorty called the girl his. He smirked looking away before gently placing her leg down on the bed,
"Take my bed...I'll sleep on the couch", he says which Amila wanted to deny and take the couch instead but Marcos wasn't having it. He said his abuela would have his head if he ever disrespected a female like that.
"She'll take more than your head", Amila joked.
Marcos chuckled and watched Amila slowly climb onto his bed and under the covers, she struggled a bit, so he decided to help her,
"Thanks", she nervously said seeing him nod.
His bed was so comfortable that she didn't want to ever leave it,
"I might steal your bed from now on", she groggily says. Marcos leaned against the doorway, eyes trailing her body, he slowly walked up to the bed pulling the blanket over her,
"She's a beautiful woman", he turned his head to his abuela who smiled. He nods looking back at Amila,
"That she is abuela", he looked back before slowly closing the door.
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Morning rolled around as the sun shined through the window blinds, birds chirping, chickens clicking in the distance. Amila opened her eyes, slowly sitting up, she stretched her muscles. She moved the blanket to the side to see her stitches were no longer inflamed nor red, it didn't look as bad as it did the night before.
Her phone beeped signaling she had a text come through, she read the message, groaning she slowly climbed out of bed,
"Crap", she muttered. She walked to the door opening it only to bump into a very wet and naked Marcos, a towel covering his lower parts,
"Oh....I'm sorry", she apologized averting her eyes from his very well toned body.
Marcos chuckled with a shake of his head walking in,
"You in a rush?", he asked walking into his closet.
Amila cleared her throat,
"Yeah...I received a text to meet at HQ. Said it was urgent", she shrugged looking away as he dropped his towel. Marcos slid his boxers on along with his baggy jeans,
"How you getting there?", his Spanish accent flowed out of his mouth.
Amila looked back at him,
"I'll probably just get an Uber. Haven't really got the all clear to drive my baby yet", she huffed rolling her eyes. He nods putting on a tank top then double shirts along with his jacket, she eyed him not caring he noticed she was checking him out,
"I could take you...unless being seen with someone like me ain't your thing", he shifted his gaze towards her.
Amila smiled grabbing her crutches, "I could care less who or what anybody sees or says when I'm with you", she limped out carefully, "I'll see you in a few".
As soon as Amila got into the house, she headed straight for the shower. She smelt like Marcos which she liked but she didn't need the team hassling her on smelling like a male. Once she was done, she got changed into her tactical gear and put her hair up in a high ponytail, grabbing her badge and placed it on her belt. She put her brace back on limping out of her room. She walked through the kitchen only to see Marcos leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.
Amila reached up touching his cheek, his eyes slowly opened gazing down at her. She went to pull back but he held her hand firmly against his face,
"You look tired...did you get any sleep last night?", she asked softly observed his face.
He looked down at her outfit,
"You look like them", he simply says shaking his head.
Amila chuckled giving his chest a gentle pat, "you'll get use to it big boy", she winked and they walked out.
