// The Wedding Ring

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Short as heck and terrible

It was early morning as Mark lay beside me, rubbing my bare back with his soft hand. While his other hand was being held by mine as I rubbed the wedding ring on his finger. His skin was warm against mine.

It's been two years since we have been married. He rarely argues with me, and always includes me in everything, such as his YouTube videos.

"Honey," I stretched. "We have to get up for the expo," I tapped his skin.

His eyes fluttered open, "yeah," he moved his hand and began to rub his eyes. "Good morning though sweetheart."

"Good morning to you too," I smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

He pulled me in closer by outlining my jawline like it was a drawing on a piece of paper. His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to lean in and kiss his lips deep and passionately. "I love you," he hummed.

Would have been a bad idea if Mark actually clicked on the Mark x Reader / lemons people.

I was slowly dying.

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