Granted. I was an idiot and you were slightly pissed that night. I'm sure it happens to loads of people. But it won't happen again. Forgive me? Mark. x
Gary had been reading the text over and over. He really didn't know what to reply with. What could he possibly say? Either he could say everything's fine and not to worry. Or he could choose to ignore Mark? Or perhaps he could admit to liking what happened. He hadn't been terribly drunk at the time after all… He could remember the feel of Mark's hands… the pressure, the determination and the lust in his gaze.
Gary shut his eyes tightly, disgusted at himself for thinking such a thing. Where had these feelings sprouted from exactly? Mark Owen? His band mate?
Gary threw his phone to the other side of the room in frustration, furious at himself for being so stupid and furious at Mark for being so perfect and goddamn irresistible.
After a moment or two, Gary collected his thoughts, took a few deep breaths and decided to pick up his phone and form a reply thus:
Can you get here now? G.