After dinner, his stomach full, Mark disappeared into his room to shower, still feeling gross after his long day at work. He had just gotten out and pulled on a pair of boxer briefs when there was a knock on his door. A wicked grin on his face, he turned, not bothering to put on the rest of his clothes, and opened the door. There she was, an innocent smile on her face, with a blanket thrown over one shoulder and a bag of popcorn in the other. As he took a step back, ushering her into his room, her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she noticed what he was wearing. Amused at her reaction, he took a step towards her and closed the door. Instinctively, she took a step back, her back hitting the door he had just closed. Chuckling, he reached over to brush her jawline with the tips of his fing
