Mark was dreaming.
And what a dream. He was winning the Super Bowl against the Dallas Cowboys and the captain went to shake his hand. Yes, he had been very nice. But this dream ...
This dream was so much better. He felt something soft and fragrant in his hand.
An angel. His proximity made him feel incredibly good and made his body grow languid and warm.
He hid his face in his hair, wanting to stay that way forever.
However, forever it lasted very little because something hit him in the face. He woke up and, blinking, looked up at the bedroom ceiling.
- What the hell is going on? - He exclaimed stunned. He put his hand to his cheek where he felt a sudden and very painful burning sensation.
- You got the words out of my mouth. You ... you ...
He held up a hand, preventing Janet from
