Marina's POV

"Ahem... Ahem". I coughed some of the wine which I had just taken into my mouth.

A part of me knew that was what he was going to say, but why was I so surprised by it? And why was he so brazen?

"Are you alright?" Mark stood up and came to my side of the table, crouching down in front of me and staring at me worriedly.

This is not fair, how was I to focus on helping Rachel now? I groaned in my head as I got drawn into his beautiful but concerned-looking eyes.

"I'm... I'm fine". I said looking away, a slight blush already creeping...