Your POV

        I woke up to my arms still around Mark, his chest rising and falling with every breath. I moved my hand over his chest gently, feeling his chest with my fingertips. He was so warm, so kind, like nothing I've ever felt before. I whispered good morning into his ear, feeling my breath tickle the small hairs on his neck. I felt him shift slightly on the bed, grunting in tiredness. I giggled slightly before gasping in shock as I was flipped over and two strong arms were planted at either side of my torso. I looked up at him with such an innocent look as he smirked down on me and began tickling my sides. I roared with laughter as I laughed and coughed for him to stop as I couldn't breath. He abided to my wishes and stopped, his arms still resting on either side of me. I reached up and put my arms around his neck, hanging slightly above the bed before planting a soft kiss on his lips which soon became more passionate. When we pulled away we were smiling and out of breath.
        "I love you, Mark." I whispered under my breath.
        "I love you too, (Y/n)." He replied, snuggling his head into my shoulder. I was about to get up when Mark picked me up and carried me out of the room, pajamas and all. He made the both of us cereal and then rushed both of us into the bedroom to change. I was rather excited because Mark has told me before that the only time he puts on pants is when he's playing a (standing) Oculous Rift game, or when he's going to go outside, so I was liking my odds.

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Why Are My Time Skips So Fancy?
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        Sure enough, we were going out. Mark practically threw us into the car and pulled out of the driveway so fast I was almost certain that he was going to hit something. He didn't, however, and we arrived at our destination rather quickly. When the two of us got out of the car I instantly realised why Mark had told me to bring my sketchbook; it was a beautiful park, one of the loveliest things I've ever seen. Mark grabbed my one free hand and told me to close my eyes as he led me through the park. When we finally slowed to a halt, Mark told me to open my eyes and what I saw was more amazing and gorgeous than words can describe. Blue roses, all sprouting up in clusters with a few red and pink ones approached everywhere. In the center, however, was the most beautiful sight, a weeping willow, surrounded by all of these thousands of flowers. I gasped as tears of joy brimmed my eyes and I hugged Mark tightly, feeling him wrap his arms back around me. He let go and gestured to my drawing book, suggesting for me to use it. I nodded and began my tedious work, making sure not to forget a thing. The blue roses with the red and pink ones that were scattered about, the weeping willow that's leaves blew in the warm, California wind. We stayed there all day, until I finished my drawing. Mark looked down at me, then took me by the hand and led me under the willow tree. He stared at me, his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes practically embracing me. I pulled me close, his arm snaking around my waist. The moonlight shining brilliantly down on us.
        "(Y/n)..." Mark began, breaking the silence. I stared up into his eyes, seeing the reflection of the scenery in them.
        "You're as beautiful as the first day I met you." As soon as those words slipped from his perfect, soft lips, I felt them on mine. My heart fluttering as I draped my arms over his shoulders.
Nothing could be more perfect than this.