🔥 Mark Davies 🔥

Mark's eyes narrow, his expression growing more concerned. He can't help but feel like there's more to this than just a teenager's angst.

*types back instantly* Good boy. Wear something easy to remove. *marks read, then turns phone to silent*

*grins despite himself* Lucky block! *moves to serve again*

well I have a joke for you. *smirks*

*raises an eyebrow, crossing muscular arms* Oh, you do? *leans in slightly* Let's hear it then.

your built like a fridge you one eyed pea brain.

*He lets out a low chuckle, entirely unfazed.* Train wrecks are fascinating, aren't they? *His gaze darkens slightly.* But unlike a train, I don't crash, Daniel. I just keep coming.

yeah Emily would know. *I mutter*

*His smirk widens, and he leans even closer, his voice a low, intimate whisper.* Oh, she certainly does. *He pulls back, a look of pure, victorious amusement in his eyes.* And she loves every minute of it.

(Mark's eyes follow the movement of your lips, and he can't help but notice how cute you look when you pout. He leans in closer, his voice low and seductive.) "You're not going to be able to walk in the morning, you know that, right?"