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Day Three (Part 2) X

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I must have fallen asleep at some point; I was slumped down in the bed and my mouth was wide open.

How embarrassing....I hope I didn't snore...

I looked at the clock; it was 10:00 am. I looked over to Mark and he was sleeping, too. He was on his back with his head turned toward me and his arm was still around me. I turned toward him and gingerly nudged his chest.

"...Mark." I whispered to him, trying not to jolt him out of sleep. He didn't budge, so I nudged a little harder and went closer to his ear.

"...Mark honey, wake up." I felt him flinch and he opened his eyes.

"Hmm? Oh, what time is it?" His words were slurred because I just woke him up, but I understood him just fine.

"10 o' clock."

"Oh man. I can't believe I fell back asleep. Once I wake up, I usually can't go back to sleep."

"Same here."

^(True ^_^)

 I sat up and rubbed my eyes while Mark rubbed my lower back. I didn't want to get up because I was so comfy, but I had to power through this last day. 

"You wanna get some breakfast? I'm hungry myself." Mark was looking up at me. I could hear my own stomach growling.

"Yeah! I'm super hungry. I just don't wanna get up....I'm too comfy." Mark smiled at me, sat up and started stretching.

"I know babe, me too. I wish we could just make Jack our man slave so he could bring us food." I laughed and got up, getting my clothes out of my luggage.

"If only...are we all going out to eat or what?" I looked back at Mark and he walked over to me.

"I was thinking it could just be us this time, if that's okay with you?" Mark started playing with my hair as he talked, and it felt relaxing somehow.

"Even better." I ran into the bathroom to change. I had pretty much the same theme going on in terms of clothes as all the other days; Long, baggy long sleeve shirt with leggings and boots. That is pretty much my closet, because it's super comfortable. I quickly changed into my clothes and came out of the bathroom so Mark could get in there, but he was already changed. He had some jeans on with a white t shirt. He looked so good in white. He turned around and looked at me up and down, biting his lip.

"Woof." I blushed as he checked me out, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him to stop. Luckily, that was all he said; perfect amount of complimenting.

"Oh stop, I don't even have makeup on." He walked over to me, sliding his hands from my waist down to my butt.

"I prefer you that way then." He kissed me on the forehead, then moved down to my neck. I couldn't help but but moan from the sensation and his warmth on my neck. He finally kissed me on the lips, smacked my butt and walked away.

"Ouch! You little stinker!" He turned around and winked.

"You want a free smack?" He bent over and stuck his butt out. I giggled and went into the bathroom.

Heh heh, you're gonna regret that...

I got a towel, twisted it up and smacked his butt with it. As soon as the towel made contact, Mark straightened up, clutched his butt and fell onto the bed, laughing and groaning at the same time.

"Ow, no fair! I didn't smack your butt that hard! This thing is my best feature!" He rolled onto his side pointing to his butt. I was laughing hysterically at this point, mostly because of his girly shriek he let out when the towel hit him.