8:36pm
This is a fierce battle.
My eyes begin to water as I resist the erge to blink my eyes. It feels as if my eyes are being sprayed with hot sauce, it burns.
Mark stares at me calmly. His eyes look perfectly fine. He hasn't flinched yet and his smile proves how well he has mastered this ridiculous idea of a game.
"You're losing, Wang." He teases as he leans to my face without blinking.
"Not....yet!" I strain my eyes but unfortunately, they can't handle the erge to blink.
"Yeah! I won!" Mark cheers triumphantly as I rub my burning eyes. He pumps his red sweater paws into the air.
"Why are you so good?"
"Imma pro." Mark crosses his legs and tries to make a 'cool' face but he ends up looking like a cute, little bean.
"Adorable." I laugh.
"No-shut up." Mark looks away. His ears turn red by the minute.
After our intense staring contest, Mark asks me to lay with him in his hospital bed.
Of course, I don't refuse.
I lay on the bed and Mark lays between my legs. His back laying on my torso and his hair tickling my neck. He puts my arms around his shoulders and holds onto them tightly.
"Never lose these muscles. They're so warm and comfy." He snuggles into my body.
I can't believe I still have muscles.
My aunt's boyfriend's intense workouts kind of scarred me. Even though he's not here, I still workout in the gym. Not as insane as he demanded but just enough for me to feel right.
My body won't function if I don't do my weekly routine of exercising. All because of those months of pain...
"Did your aunt's sentencing go good?" Mark practically reads my mind. He gives me a knowing gaze. He knows exactly what I was thinking about.
"Yeah. Fifty years behind bars. Her boyfriend only gets ten."
"Fifty?" Mark pouts. "She should've gotten life."
I stare down at Mark, fondly. He rubs his hands up and down my arms.
"I saw her abuse you." Mark speaks bitterly. "She said mean things, she hit you, she deserves a harsher punishment for treating you like that."
Finally.
Someone who feels unjustified like me.
"It's time for you to be free. Free from your aunt and the bullies who riddle your life. Be free." Mark smiles at me.
Man...I really do love this man.
I squeeze Mark's slim body in my arms. My head dips into his warm neck, I kiss the soft skin gently.
"Don't leave another hickey." Mark looks at me shyly.
"Why not?" I ask calmly.
"It's embarrassing..." He hides his blushing face with his hands.
I smirk as I lean down to kiss his neck again.
I leave a trail of soft kisses down his neck until I reach his collarbone. I can't help to nibble on the thin skin covering the protruding bone.
"Jackson..." Mark stares at me with pure, innocent eyes.
I stare down at him with eyes filled with such fervor, Mark becomes lost in my eyes. He doesn't even realize my hand wandering down his slim torso, to an area that he'd never expect for me to touch.
He gasps sharply and grabs my wrist.
"Wait! Jackson!" His eyes are wide and his cheeks are painted red.
"It's okay." My lips brush the tips of his ear as I whisper. He whimpers softly once he hears my deep, husky voice.
"Let me make you feel good."
Mark bites his lip as he thinks. Slowly, he releases his grip around my wrists and slides his hand up my arm.
"Be nice." Mark speaks shyly.
I smile and kiss his cheek.
"Nice and naughty."
"Jackson!" Mark slaps my arm.
I bring his beautiful blushing face to my own and I kiss his sweet lips.
My hands roam his perfectly sculpted body. I see, feel and hear the beautiful things that I never knew could come from my Mark.
He's beautiful inside and out.
And for me to be the one to give him these unknown feelings of ecstasy and thrill, it makes me feel important.
It makes me feel like our relationship is special. Like fate knocked us together.
And fate is determined to separate us. But, it won't matter if we're living in two different realms.
I'll always love Mark. He's my one and only love.
there was NO intercourse u naughty children. just some good ole touching...and...you know!(:
