I raised my eyes to Mark. This summer, I shared a modest cabin on the lake with a young boy.
He was a hottie. I'd forgotten how hot he could make me. His black hair and tanned skin contrasted with his smoldering blue eyes. With my eyes, I traced his sculpted bone structure all the way down to his beautiful, pink lips.
He smiled as he licked his lower lip.
I moved my gaze down the page. His big shoulders were concealed by a white shirt. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, exposing his toned and powerful arms. His white sneakers were unblemished, and his pants dangled about his waist, fastened by a leather belt.
"Are you all right, Binnie?"
I was torn between two Marks:
the Mark everyone idolizes and the Mark I met this summer.
Mark was his name. It's just Mark
.
"Perhaps
