Can't - Mark Tuan Fan fic

33 - Epilogue

Sorry, this took so long. Anyway, yes there would be XXX scenes. Of course. Why not, right? LOL

Anyway, Happy Birthday to our very own Fuckboy.

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Mark

"Happy Birthday, Babe." Cristina comes in my room early in the morning with a cupcake in hand and a candle perched on top of it.

She walks slowly towards me, barefoot, putting a hand over the candle to stop the fire from dying. She's already showered, her hair is damp and she's out of her PJs, wearing a tank top and camouflage sweatpants.

I sit up on my bed, ruffling my hair and smiling from ear to ear. "Thanks, baby."

She sits beside me, putting the cupcake in front of me. "Make a wish."

I close my eyes for a little while then blow the candle. I then take the cupcake from her and put it on my bedside table.

"Aren't you gonna eat it?" She asks.

"Later," I smirk, pulling her beside me as I take her lips in mine.

"Sorry, it's all I got!" She pouts.

All her cards have already been cancelled, since the second day we got here, and she's trying her best to budget the cash she has left - which is really a big job for her since she really doesn't know how. She's an impulse buyer, you see. She was so used to having lots to spend all the time.

I tried offering her my cards, but she refused. I kinda feel guilty, actually. I literally dragged her here, although she said many times that she wanted to come here in the first place. Still, I feel sorry.

She hasn't called her dad yet and it's already been a week. She hasn't checked her online accounts either.

"So, what did you wish for?" She asks me, pecking my lips, cuddling beside me under the blanket.

"Why?" I look down at her. "Are you gonna grant it?" I say, leaning forward to kiss her again.

"It depends. As long as I don't have to spend a lot." She frowns again. I know she's feeling bad. She made a feat when she learned her cards are useless because she said she couldn't buy me a gift. I just laughed at how silly she was that time.

"Birthday sex!" I blurt out, biting my lip to make a sexy effect.

She giggles. "I can do that." She pushes me so I'm laying on my back and she goes on top of me. I notice she isn't wearing a bra when she presses her body on my bare chest. "Wait." She gets up, "let's add some music, shall we?" She reaches for my phone and plays Ariana Grande's 'Dangerous Woman'.

"Ooohhh." I comment, as she starts swaying her hips, standing beside the bed, playing with her hair and biting her finger like the tease she is. I already have a hard on and my body is heating up. Especially when she hooks her thumbs at the hem of her pants and slowly puts it down as she bends over, revealing her T-back and perfectly round bottoms.

I shift uneasily on the bed, sitting straighter as my eyes take in her curves moving from side to side, her hands touching her flawless fair skin, and her teeth biting down on her pink kissable lips.