Chapter 49
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With quivering lethargic arms I propped myself up in a kneeling position. I rubbed my eyes trying to rub the sleepiness away and took another look around the room. The evident lack of windows brought me back to reality and I flopped back down on the bed with a groan, hiding my face away in the pillow.
"Life sucks so bad." I mumbled lowly. The homesickness finally got to me and my eyes started to well up. I miss home. I miss my stupid best friends. I even miss being their third wheel heck I even miss my awful workplace. I just want to go back there…
With muffled voice not wanting to wake up my captor I started to sob in the pillow, letting my feelings go. I felt a pair of strong arms fold around my waist pulling me in a warm embrace; my back leaning into something solid.
"Ssht." A husky croaky voice hushed me calmly as I could feel a hand petting my head softly. "Don't cry baby."
My teary eyes widens in fright and I ripped myself free from the embrace scrambling backwards to the edge of the bed with a scream.
The figure in the dark groaned and turned on the lamp on the nightstand; illuminating the room. "This is not how I envisioned waking up with you." Mark grumbled lowly as he propped himself against the headboard of the bed. His eyes slightly squinted trying to adjust themselves against the sudden brightness of the lamp.
My eyes broadens even more as they set their sight on the uncovered upper body of Mark with the blanket just covering above his crotch area; making me wonder if he even had shorts on.
With a flushed face I pointed with a trembling finger at him. "Why are you here!?"
He scoffed and scratched his already disheveled hair. "Do you really think that I would pass off the chance to cuddle with my baby and to just sleep alone on the hard couch? yeah right." He answered and yawned big, revealing his uvula.
I glowered at him my face still heated. "A-Are you naked?"
He grins and wiggled his brows at me teasingly pulling the blanket up slightly. "Do you want to see it?"
I inched even further towards the edge of the bed pulling my knees to my chest as I glared at him with a wary expression.
He sighed. "Calm your cute tits down I am wearing a damn short." and threw the blanket of himself revealing the blue boxer short that was hidden away.
I exhaled relieved, relaxing my body. Mark swung his legs and got out of the bed, stretching his arms up the muscles on his back more prominent than ever. The popping sounds that were released as he moved his neck around could be heard. "I haven't slept this well in ages." He lets out a satisfied grunt. "Normally I would be at home and watch you from my devices so I don't really sleep."
"Right…" I drawled uncomfortably as I shifted my eyes away from his body. I really wonder why God couldn't turn me in to something gorgeous. Even with his hair disheveled and his stubble beard present he still somehow remains so handsome and his sleepy voice just causes my heart to thumb and butterflies to erupt in my stomach.
Mark chuckled softly his eyes in the shape of the moon crest. "You were so apprehensive about me being naked, but the hunger in your eyes says otherwise. Maybe I should walk like this around the house forever?" He said seductively.
The blood started to pool in my cheeks and my lips were like of a fish gasping for air. "Can you just wear some clothes?"
"But I am already wearing something." He pointed at the piece of cloth that was covering his member.
I rolled my eyes and stood up from the bed and waltzed to the door. "Then I will just leave." I announced.
Mark grabbed me by the arm and turned me around wrapping his arms around me; my face now buried in his bare pecs. "What-!"
"Why were you crying?" He asked the playfulness stripped away from his voice.
Flustered my eyelashes fluttered. "W-What?"
"You were crying just now. Why was that?"
The somber feeling downed back on me. My arms were limp at my side and I slumped further in to his embrace; needing the warmth that he was emitting to sooth my aching heart. "Why else do you think?" I questioned.
"You want to go home." He stated through gritted teeth. His arms started to tight around me, squashing me. I patted his arm urgently feeling my airway being cut off. "I-I c-can't breathe." I choked out.
Flustered he loosen his hold on me but still doesn't let me go. "Oh, sorry. Old habits die hard."
I looked at him with a frightful expression.
'What does he mean by that!?' How many people have he crushed to death so far!?
He smiled and leaned slightly down to give a chaste kiss on my forehead. "I'm sure that you're hungry right now. I'll get dressed and start preparing breakfast now. You can sleep in a little bit." He strokes my head lovingly and left.
I was standing there flabbergasted staring at the door where he just left through. The heat that was left from his lips started to spread, warming up my face. I slowly placed my hand on my forehead, still stunned.
"What was that?"
