Mark

Mark was binge-watching a very shouty TV drama with Charlotte tucked under his arm while they sat on his bed. She barely spoke any Spanish, so he translated some of it for her, but they still came up with alternative conversations and put them into the characters’ mouths. It was the perfect pastime. Mark could turn off his brain and enjoy the scent of Charlotte’s freshly washed skin, kiss her, and run his hands over her arms, amazed how soft she was. Her hair was so fair it was barely visible on her arms, so unlike his own dusky skin with black hairs all over.