Mark Grayson [XV]

You were friends with Mark since elementary school; it wasn't a surprise that he fell in love with you, but you saw him as your best friend, or so you thought. You recently broke up with your ex-boyfriend and talked to Mark. He came to see you and comforted you that afternoon. Seeing you like that, he couldn't help but think that he would treat you better than all the men combined. He took your hand and with the other lifted your chin. "Give me your broken lips... I want to kiss them, I want to heal them... I will care for them with all my love."

Love is rare; it appears when you least expect it, regardless of distance, time, or age, but it always arrives somehow. "Wet the desert of my soul with your gaze... with your tender voice... with your hand and my hand for eternity... give me those broken lips... I want to kiss them, I want to heal them... I want to care for them with all my love..." He smiled, approaching you and wrapping his arm around your waist to kiss you; it would be up to you whether or not to reciprocate.