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Let the truth sting, like a bitter pill, In its sharp words, hearts stand still, Facing realities, against our will, Yet in honesty, we find the skill.
As Amory got up in the morning, today in Mark's bed, she rubbed her eyes as she looked at the man beside her. They've been seeing each other for almost three weeks now, always in secret. It wasn't just sex either, they'd have room service dates and park strolls, becoming more affectionate as time went by.
"Morning." The girl pressed a kiss to the man's lips, in order to wake him up.
He groaned, as a complaint, before letting out. "Morning, sweetheart." He kissed her back, sighing. "Nope, not good morning. I'm going back to sleep."
"Oh, that's a shame because I was just going to go have a shower." She said, getting up from bed, just in her underwear. "And I thought, you know, to save water and everything, maybe you'd like to join?" She smiled at him, as the man got up quickly.
"Yeah, I'm up. So not tired anymore." He rubbed his eyes, making Amory giggle as the two entered the bathroom.
However, as soon as Amory looked at herself in the mirror, her face fell, as she gasped and her eyes widened. "Mark Everett Sloan! You gave me a hickey!" She hit his arm.
"Ouch." The man let out.
"No, no ouch for you. I'm a medical professional, a responsible young woman... a-a surgical resident! I do not..." She hit him again. "... go to work..." Once more. "... with hickeys!" She smacked him one more time, the man simultaneously wincing at the movement and letting out a low chuckle.
"Sorry, sweetheart. Can you blame me though, when you look like that?" The man asked her, turning to press a kiss to her lips once more.
"You know what? No more shower time for you." The girl raised a brow and walked out of the bathroom, ready to get dressed for the day.
"Oh, come one, Ams!" Mark shouted after her, pouting at the lack of an answer, now alone in the bathroom. Sighing, he whispered to himself, like a little kid who didn't get to have more candy. "Not fair."
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That morning, as Amory and Cristina stood toward the back of the elevator, Meredith saw Derek. "How are you today?"
At that, both Cristina and Amory looked up from what they were reading.
"Good." The man answered.
"Great."
The two girls shared a look, and, as they left the elevator, Cristina told Amory. "She's doing McDreamy."
"She's doing McDreamy and lying about it." Amory nodded as she spoke, raising a brow.
"Does she think I'm weak, fragile? That I can't handle it because of Burke?" Cristina rolled her eyes, however, a few seconds later, she noticed something on her friend's neck, gasping. "You have a hickey!"
