In Mark’s presence, Sarah seemed to glow with femininity, the shift in her personality a sign of the magnetic pull Mark held over her. With a slow smile spreading across his lips, he slowly poured her some wine, “How old are you exactly?”
With a coy smile, Janet leaned in closer, her lips tantalizingly close to Mark’s. XXX With a hunger in his eyes, Mark straightened his clothes and ran a hand through his hair, a smirk playing on his lips as he savored the taste of Janet on his fingers. “Go help Mark find the Neosporin and band-aids while I clean this up, he might not know where we keep them,” she said with a teasing smile.
