I looked over at Mark who seemed, as he had all day, to be almost unnaturally calm. Mark was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans both of which fit him a bit snugly. Despite my nerves I found myself not only thinking how damn good he looked, but even caught my eyes lingering at the bulge between his legs. Megan you are one sick puppy I told myself. Then again I wasn't alone as on more than one occasion since we had left the house I had noticed Mark staring at my legs. I was wearing a white tank top and a pair of very tight cut off denim shorts...