Sir playboy

T w e n t y - t w o

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I'll do it.
I'll move in with him.
I mean he asked me so he must want me to.
And I want to too.

"Mark?"
"Yes baby?" Mark immediately responded with.

"I want to move in with you".

"Wait, really? Oh that's great, now I don't need to find more excuses to get you to come over". He responded with a small chuckle.

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The packing process was slow, yet worth it. Although I didn't own alot of stuff, it still took a while to pack it all away and get it into Mark's house.

"It feels good to know that I get to have you all to myself". Mark said, his arms around his lovers waist as he looked at him, love in his eyes.

Jack pulls Mark closer to him, leaning up towards his lips. " You've always had me to yours-

"Hey guy- Oh, i'm so sorry; I didn't mean to-

"It's okay Dale, what's up?" Mark smiled, hiding that he was in fact pretty angry about Dale ruining a romantic moment with his boyfriend.

"I just wanted to make sure you have all your stuff". Dale smiled, still feeling bad about disturbing them.

"Yeah, we're good now; thank you Dale, I really appreciate it".

They practically shoved Dale out of the house, it was their house now and it was time to enjoy their new home together.

"Now where were we", Mark said, smiling softly at his lover.

As soon as their lips met once again there was no way to separate them from each other. Even if world war three had began, They would still be there, arms around each other as they kissed, a kiss full of love and compassion.

They were happy, every problem flew out of the window; everything that caused them to hide their love for each other had been forgotten.

Until their kiss was stopped once again by a phone call.

A phone call from Mark's mother.