"i'm guessing the date went well?" she chuckles lightly, setting her book on the coffee table and holding her mug close to her. mark walks to the opposite couch and lays me down. once leaving me, i already miss the contact.

"i think it well. other than the fact that jack almost choked to death and we had poor waitress," mark says, sitting near the end of the couch, crossing his arms over his chest.