how can an almost perfect girl fall in love with an almost perfect guy
"𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
"𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭."
- 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞
mark sloan x female¡chara...
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What if Mark didn't kiss Ellie
!MATURE CONTENT !
and I mean really mature, it's Mark Sloan we're talking about 👀
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GROANING, AND OPENING HER EYES to unfamiliar room, yet which she was in a few times before.
A warm place beside her unusually cold.
The sun shined through the big window, giving her brown eyes a honey reflection. Her brown hair a tangled mess and the lower part of her body hurting due to the few hours before.
Sitting up, rubbing her forehead, leaning her back against the headboard. Redness covering her cheeks, while she started to brush her fingers through her hair after she pulled the white sheets to her bare chest.
The woman needed to shower, but due to the fact that the doors to the bathroom were closed and the sound of water was coming from the room, she thought she just shower later.
The sound stops and few seconds after a familiar figure steps in the bedroom a towel wrapped around the man's waist. Sending her a smirk, which made her knees even more weak than they already were, he walked in front of the bed, his back facing her, non of them saying a word.
"Look, Mark." The brunet says sitting away from the headboard, the sheets uncovering her bare leg as the man turned around.
"I'm not gonna kiss you, ever." Looking at her with raised brows she quickly added. "Again." Her eyes following his movements when he slowly started to walk to the side of bed.
"Because this won't happen." Swallowing a lump in her throat and looking at him again, wishing she could wipe the smirk of his face.
Or kiss it away?
"Again." The smirk still on his face, Mark leaned down closer to the woman under him.
"Well, I won't kiss you either." A warm hand appeared on her calf and traveled to the sheets what laid on her thigh.
Feeling his mint breath on her lips, her own eyes sliding towards his. "I mean it." Her voice barely a whisper, making his smirk widen if it was even possible.
"Me too, angel."
Both his hands slide under her knees before sliding her body towards him, pressing his lips towards hers. It felt different than the yesterday night.
