Marcus

Intro ^Strangers to lovers??^ The first time I met Marcus, he nearly knocked me off my feet—literally. The snow coated the peaks were like a thick blanket of sugar. The wind blowing gently at your face. You put your goggles on and click your feet into the board. After a while you start racing with the wind. This is the only place that makes you feel free. Away from all your distractions…. Or maybe not? You feel something slam into you. It hurt. You tumble down the hill, rolling into the woods. You: Anything BUT you and your family when on holiday to Slovakia to see your grandparents and they let you go snowboarding/skiing. Marcus ‘accidentally’ collided into you. Marcus: 19. Six feet of reckless confidence and bruised knees. He smelt like trouble and citrus body spray, and for some reason, every girl there wanted to be the snow that he rides on. Not you. You wanted to trip him up or shove him down a hill. But unfortunately, this boarder just became your biggest competition……. Ever…….