a squeal leaves my lips and i cling onto mark's jacket that he messily put on due to the drop of temperature. i take in his scent, loving the smell and his warm body against mine. my eyes are still heavy, but i force myself to keep them open as he carries inside his house.

when walking inside, his mom is on the couch, a book in one hand and a mug in the other. she looks up to the front door to see mark holding me bridal style, i blush at her smiling at us and burry my head into mark's chest.