One moment he's leaving with a sudden announcement of possible engagement at a dinner party and the next he's here, postponing your trip to Paris with your friends to tell you he hadn't visited America as planned because he wanted to kiss you. It's all so surreal, you can hardly keep up with the circumstances. Mark seems to jestfully flash a glower at your friends and their constant interruption of the impending affection, so it's not long before the man opts for heading inside your apartment.

The feeling of Mark's lips skimming your skin is jolting as you pass over the threshold of your foyer to your dining room. The man was almost eager in his motion, hands firmly planted on your hips from behind and eyes shut blissfully. Yet somehow it was all just as tender as his confession from before. As much as you wanted to keep going, you suddenly stop him.