I wake up to Mark crying out in pain. I shoot up and he hisses. "Are you okay?" He nods and hisses again. "Just hurt. Shower." I chuckle. "Yes, Umma." He glares and smacks me with his shirt. I laugh and go to shower.
Mark
I get dressed and play on my phone when Jackson gets out of the shower. I glance over just as he's looking for a shirt. I swallow hard at his body. I don't know what's happening with me. He pulls on his favorite muscle top and looks over at me. I look back to my phone blushing a bright red.
"Mark, where's my hoodie?" I shrug and get up. I go to the closet and pick it out. "Catch." I toss it to him and he catches it swiftly. He wraps the white sweater around his waist and grabs his high tops. I grab his favorite snapback and slip it on. Tossing him another one of his. Jackson smiles, "Let me fix it." He fixes my hair and sets the snapback in place. "Okay. Ready?" He asks and I nod grabbing my phone and the hotel key.
He grabs my hand and we leave the room.
Off to audition..
