A Love Like Ours || m.f.

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ok. listen up. This chapter contains smut.
The beginning of it is marked with:
((XXX))
now it is not necessary to read, I made sure of that. (aka if you don't read it, you won't miss out on anything) also keep in mind this is the first time I've ever written anything like this, so uh. beware?

I woke up entangled with Mark's body, his hand halfway through my hair. I had somehow taken off my jeans in the midst of our nap for the sake of overheating underneath the mass of towels. I chuckled to myself and tried to creep my way out of the situation. Mark moaned and pulled my body closer to his. I couldn't help the smile on my face. I rolled my eyes and sighed, slumping in my spot. There was no way I was getting out of this one. I gave in and rested my head against his chest. When did he take his shirt off? It's not like I minded or anything. Just a thought.

"Mark baby." I whispered, the anger I had towards him earlier had completely diminished.

I pressed my forehead against his and cupped his dormant face in my hands. He involuntarily placed his hand flat on my sternum. His fingertips felt like velvet as they raked over the bare skin of my chest.

"Mark. It's eight. We slept way too long."

His hand traveled up my neck and rested there. The simple touch sent goosebumps to cover every square inch of my body. My eyes were crossed, peering down at our touching noses. I stuck my lips out and quickly pecked his bottom lip. He smiled and I continued to pepper his lips with dozens of tiny kisses. I saw his eyes squint to look down at my actions. He stuck his tongue out momentarily and I made the mistake of accidentally kissing it.

"Eck."

His words bubbled with laughter "What? like you've never touched my tongue before."

"Whatever. Good morning." I giggled rubbing my nose against his in a playful manner.

"Good morning? Didn't you say it was eight?"

"Yeah and we still have videos to make." I sighed

"Oh shit we do." He realized, yet his body stayed completely still except for the rise and fall of his chest.

"I don't want to move."

"Then don't." He replied

We remained quiet for a while, silently deciding to see how fast the other could flutter their eyelashes. We did the weirdest things Mark and I.

"Did I ever tell you that you have the most beautiful eyelashes?" Mark commented.

I kept my eyes open as a slight blush appeared in my cheeks. His arm moved from the back of my neck, trailing down the length of my arm leaving more goosebumps in its wake. I averted eye contact and nibbled awkwardly on my lip.

"You're so-" He interrupted himself by lowering his head to meet mine.

The heat of his breath hovered over my lips like he was waiting for something. Not even five seconds after, he pressed his lips onto mine, a kiss so soft and kind yet so powerful he lifted both of our faces up with it. Both of his hands creeped along my skin only to land firmly behind my ears. His movements were so delicately made. He slowly moved his bottom lip over my top, a trail of saliva forming from our previous kiss. When his lips had left mine completely I opened eyes to be met with his. The sweet color of honey seeped into his otherwise oak brown eyes. I was fascinated with the way and timing they changed color. Our eyes were locked with each other's when a chuckle of disbelief floated from his mouth.