A Love Like Ours || m.f.

17

"Ugh I'm stuffed"

"Me too" Mark commented, leaning back in his chair and patting his full tummy.

"But I don't want to leave, it's too pretty"

"Yeah well we can't stay the night" he joked.

"I get that much" I scoffed playfully.

He rose from his chair and waited for me to do the same. I followed after him, and held tightly to his hand as we walked out of the restaurant.

"Wait!" I exclaimed right before getting in the car.

"What?" Mark looked at me quizzically, immediately stopping what he was doing.

"Can we get a picture? Please?"

"Uh, yeah sure." he stuffed the keys back into his pocket and walked me to the entrance of the building.

I excitedly walked up to the hostess and asked her nicely to take our picture. She agreed happily to do it.

"Ready? Ok, 1, 2..."

"Why are you squeezing my hand so tight?" Mark chuckled, glancing at my face.

I looked down at our fingers laced together and I laughed.

"Maybe I just like holding your hand."

"3!"

I quickly looked up and smiled at the camera.

"One more!"

I thought of a little plan in my head and waited for her to count again.

"1, 2, 3!"

Right as she said three, I turned my head and stood a little higher on my toes, so I could kiss Mark on the cheek. Weird enough, he must've had the same idea, because he turned as well, and our lips collided.

"Aw cute." she stated, walking towards me to hand me my phone back.

I lightly shoved Mark's shoulders with a playful laugh, and I took my phone from her hands.

"Thanks again" I smiled.

"Yeah no problem. Have a nice night!"

I ran over to Mark's side once again and clasped my fingers with his. He chuckled and we walked back to the car together for the second time that night.

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"How'd you know I was going to do that?"

"I had no idea. It was sheer coincidence."

We pulled into the apartment parking lot and started to head towards our apartment.

"But the first picture, I was pretty sure I was going to lose blood flow to my fingers you were squeezing so hard."

"Oh don't be such a baby! I was barely touching you!" I giggled.

"Well then I'd hate to see what it's like when you really are trying, Hand Crusher."

"Did you just call me Hand Crusher?" I asked, trying to stifle my laughter.

He side-glanced at me, flashing his teeth in my direction. "Maybe I did..."

"Just give me a wrestling mask and I'll be set." I laughed

There was a slight pause in the conversation filled with our laughter.

"AND HER NAME IS HAND CRUSHER." Mark yelled, flexing his biceps while trying to mock the John Cena meme.

"Oh... Oh no. I can't be seen with you." I shielded my eyes and started to walk in the other direction.