The walk to our room was quite and uncomfortable. I didn't know what to expect as I follow Mark into the bedroom. So many emotions were running through my head. Was he going to break up with me. He didn't want anyone knowing that we were dating and now my mother knews. As I walk to our room my heart was in pain. I stood at the door thinking of turning back or just facing what was ahead of me. " stop standing there.come in and help me with this f**king dress" I heard Mark voice it didn't portray any kind of emotion and it left me think whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.
I pushed the door open and there he was standing trying to unzip the dress. "stop laughing and help me" he said angrily. I don't realize that I was laughing at him as he struggles. He looked cute with his pouted li
