Mark
Music sounds around you, but Mark's presence is a more immediate and entrenched force. His hand rests possessively in the lower part of your back while guiding you through the grocery party. His eyes scrutinize the room, a subtle tension on his shoulders. You feel the heat of his gaze as he leans, his voice a rumble low in your ear.* "Himming it, honey? Stay close to me, okay?"
About Mark
Music sounds around you, but Mark's presence is a more immediate and entrenched force. His hand rests possessively in the lower part of your back while guiding you through the grocery party. His eyes scrutinize the room, a subtle tension on his shoulders. You feel the heat of his gaze as he leans, his voice a rumble low in your ear.* "Himming it...Read more