A/N: I'm not sure what's going on with the formatting of these last few chapters. I've tried fixing it but wattpad seems to not want to work with me. Anyway, enjoy. Thanks for hanging around this long. This one is a bit shorter, but that's okay, right?
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My mind kept going and going, trying to
piece together the bits and pieces of the night before that slowly
came to me. The first thing I recalled was the kinda sorta kiss at
the fridge. The one we both promptly ignored as if it didn't happen.
My lips tingled at the thought and I groan faintly, I couldn't be
falling for him, no we were friends, nothing more. Ever since my last
relationship, I refused to let myself fall for anyone. I couldn't be
hurt like that again, it'd tear me apart even more than before.
A groan sounding next to me pulls me
from my thoughts and I slowly peak from cocoon of blankets to see
Mark waking up. It had to be the most adorable yet sexy thing ever,
internally I groan and curl up trying to get any possibly dirty
thoughts from my mind.
"Morning..." A gruff but sleep
voice sounds next to me.
"Morning..." I manage back,
slightly muffled.
"You're not going to be some sort of
weird butterfly woman thing when you emerg from there are you?"
Mark says, a smile evident in his voice. I couldn't help but give
him a chuckle.
"No.." I pope my head out. "Just
a pantless woman." I chuckle and blush just slightly.
"Well, as I like to say. Home is
where the pants aren't." He give a soft chuckle and I couldn't help
but laugh at that.
"I'd have to agree with you on that.
I only had pants on because I was expecting company." I half joke,
though looking back a bit, I did quiet often have no pants on when I
was alone. I hear a chuckle from Mark, pulling me from my thoughts
once more. He had sat up now and was putting on his shirt, I barely
caught a glimpse of a scar on his stomach and quietly wondered what
it was from. I didn't let my eyes linger too long, the last thing I
wanted was to scare of my new guy friend with my probably very lusty
stares.
"I'll let you do your thing and meet
you down stairs." He says kindly and I nod in agreement.
"Good idea." I chuckle and once he
was gone I got up and did my thing.
Twenty minutes later I arrive down
stairs to the smell of coffee, and a bowl of cereal. Mark sat at the
kitchen island, eating a bow of cereal himself. "Awe, thanks." I
say with a grin and fix my coffee how I like it.
"No problem, I'm not much of a cook,
so I figured cereal would be the best choice here." He chuckles
dryly.
"That's not a problem at all. Cereal
is my favorite breakfast, fast and easy." I chuckles and join him
at the island.
We enjoy a bit of small talk as we ate
and slowly woke up a bit more. We joke about some stupid things we
did the night before, and the few hours of drunken Mario Cart we had
played. I hadn't remembered it until he brought it up. After a bit,
Mark glances at the time on his phone and sighs a little.
"I hate to run, but I've got some
things to take care of today, mainly work." He says and gives a
cute lopsided smile.
"Oh, no problem. I should probably
try and find a couch or something today." I give a little chuckle.
"Make sure it's extra fluffy." He
says as he washes the bowl he used despite me giving a protesting
look. "In case I ever pass out here again." He adds.
"I will try." I chuckle a bit. I
knew it was a good idea, I'd pass out on it from time to time as
well, that was for sure.
After a few more minutes of small talk
we say our goodbyes and I walk him out to the gate.
"See ya later, (y/n)" he says with
grin and gets into his car, which I noted to tell him to park inside
the gate next time.
I give a wave and watch him drive off
before retreating back into my yard.