I laugh, as Roger shuts the door.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you that tired last night........."

"What? Oh, no Maureen......... it's not you, I mean it is, I........."

Mark blushes.

He's sooooo cute when he blushes. I want to pull him back onto the bed, but he's already heading for the bathroom.

When he comes back in, I roll on my back and stretch.

He looks at me and pushes his glasses up his nose, so I can tell that I make him nervous.

I love it!

"Pookie.........", I say playfully.

"Yes?", he asks as he searches his closet for a fresh shirt.

"What about breakfast?"

He looks at his watch. "I'm late!"

"I know, but......... I'm so hungry......... you exhausted me." I grin.

It's not that true, of course. I mean, the night was great, but it needs a lot more than that to exhaust me. My grin widens.

"What?", Mark asks, looking at me. It seems as if my appearance fascinates him quite a lot.

"Nothing."

I shake my head, still grinning.

"I'll get you something before I go.", Mark gives in.

"Thanks a lot, Pookie", I purr forming my lips to a kiss.

He leans onto the bed, kisses me and leaves.

A few minutes later he re-enters the room, holding a tray.

"Coffee and Toast......... well, it's a start.........", I say.

Never let a man think something's perfect! They get too self-assured! ;)

"What do you expect? I don't make much money as a waiter. –Actually I'm glad the people from the Life Café gave me the job in the first place!"

"I know.", I sigh. He keeps telling me that and it bores me. He could definitely use the time he spends talking for more important things. That brings me to the idea.........

"Come here.........", I say in my most charming voice.

"No Maureen. I've gotta go."

He kisses me and leaves before I have the time to stop him.