'shit',
Mark muttered as we heard the boys at the front door, Mark currently had me sat on the kitchen bench my skirt flicked around my stomach, my thong god knows where. The front door began to open, Mark quickly grabbed me and pulled me off of the bench,
'we can finish this later',
Mark said smiling at me as he pulled my skirt down back into the position that it was in. I looked around the room for my underwear but couldn't find them so I just hoped that they were hidden. I quickly made my way into the living jumping on the couch, Mark followed me. I couldn't stop moving as Mark had me all riled up, Mark noticed and began to laugh. Callie came and sat next to me; she looked at me confused,
'you okay y/n, you're looking pretty flustered?',
Callie said smiling at me, I nodded my head as I began to look around the room for my underwear. I looked towards Mark and saw them in his pocket,
'fucker has my thong',
I said under my breath, I thought I had said it quietly enough for nobody to hear but Callie looked at me shocked, she looked over at Mark ,
'Mark Sloan can you please explain to me why you have y/n's thong in your pocket'.