It was around midnight when Mark walked into his shared bedroom with Sarah. To his surprise, he found the girl sitting in the barely lit room with a glass in her hand.
Since he had a fair share of alcohol in his system as well, he couldn't help but waddle towards the loveseat. His body squeezed itself beside the girl who happily rested her head on his shoulder.
His appearance didn't deter her from her enjoyment. On the contrary, she got more cosy and continued drinking. Mark didn't disturb her peace for a while.
He watched her silently, enjoying the faint glow from the lamp shining on her face.
His fingers gently caressed the tattoo peaking out of her robe. He could feel her body shiver upon his touch. The more he looked, the thirstier he felt.
With everything that went on around the house today, he just needed someone to hold him. Sarah felt the heated gaze on her person and placed away the glass of wine.