You woke up with strong arms around your waist and a terrible headache. Puzzled, you looked around the room, the events of last night coming back to you. You smiled sleepily as you remember who's arms were around you. Mark's.
You frowned slightly, you had work in three hours, you needed to go. You wriggled out of his grip, the cold of the room hitting you like a brick. "Shit" you thought, "clothes." You placed a pillow where you had been laying, and Mark immediately cuddled up to it. What a cutie.
You sat and watched him for a while, and then you realized something: He didn't even have your number. You felt like shit.
You really wanted something to become of this bone fest you two were having. It had been going on for a while now, it was time.
You grabbed your lipstick from his sock drawer and wrote it on his vanity mirror. He should see that.
You hopped around struggling with your jeans for a while and headed out. "I hope he calls..."
~Marks pov
"Mmm good morning doll...?..shit nope...pillow...again" I said, disappointed. Then a bright red smear on my mirror caught my attention. It was her number. I immediately texted her.
"Hey...its Mark..uh..I really like you. You can leave a toothbrush here...xoxo"
There.
~Your pov
You went toothbrush shopping that night.
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Toothbrush
FanfictionYou have a one night stand with the man of your dreams....at least twice a week... will something become of you two?
