That Word

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by aesixx

by aesixx

Jack's PoV

I hate that word. I absolutely hate it. It's so disgusting. It's so childish. I know I shouldn't fret over such a small word with multiple, huge meanings, but damn. I hate that word.

I lumbered into the living room and slumped into the couch, drifting back to sleep. Mark emerged from the kitchen and patted my ass, jerking me alert. I wiped the drool off my mouth and sat up.

"You ass, why'd you do that?" I asked groggily. Mark laughed as he sat down, holding my mug of coffee in front of me.

"Because you're an adorable little cutie." I gritted my teeth and snatched my cup out of Mark's hand.

"Don't call me that."

"Why not? It describes you perfectly."

"No it doesn't! I'm not a cutie. I'm not as cute as you tell me I am, I know it." Mark suddenly tuned to me and pecked my cheek, putting his mug down. He sat in my lap and kissed what felt like every inch of my face.

He climbed off of me and took his coffee mug back in his hand, turning the tv on and drinking like nothing happened.

"Mark-"

"Shush it, you squishy cutie."

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