Getting back inside

Mark walked around their front yard, calling Tiffany over and over to no success. She must have been fast asleep by now. After multiple missed calls, he figured he may have to get into their backyard.

He could have rung the doorbell but it would have woken up her parents and he really didn’t want to get on their bad side.

So Mark decided to sneak around, climbing over a side gate to get into their backyard. Knowing his luck, her parents might hear and think it’s someone trying to break in.

Once inside the backyard, Mark figured out which window was Tiffany’s. If he could have, he may have tried to climb up the side of the house and sneak inside her window. But with that not an option, he decided to do what he had seen plenty of times in movies.

Picking up a small rock, he threw it at her window, making a specific type of noise.

‘Ping’, a second rock hit her window with no response.

‘Ping’

‘Ping’

‘Ping’

Rock after rock in a row. Eventually he saw her face appear at the window. She looked at him with her eyes half shut, her brown hair all over the place. Mark got distracted for a second, thinking about how hot she looked half asleep.

The window was shut, Mark tried to make a signal to her to let her know he was locked out. She got the message, disappearing from the window again.

A moment later, she was at the back door, letting him in.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” she asked, hobbling on her bad ankle.

“Fucking Diego, he locked me out after I beat him in Monopoly,” he told her.

“Oh?” she said very surprised, “Maybe it was an accident or something, it doesn’t sound like something he would do on purpose.”

“No, it was 100 percent on purpose. He likes you Tiffany, so he keeps trying to cut me out of the picture, he’s an ass.”

She seemed quite shocked, whether or not that was also cause she was so tired or she really just thought he was a nice guy.

“Anyways, I’m sorry for making you come down the stairs on your ankle,” he told her.

“Oh it’s not too bad, I can walk on it but I’m definitely going to need a hand getting back upstairs,” she said.

Holding onto him, Mark had his arm wrapped around her waist while her arm rested across his shoulder.

“You doing okay?” he asked her as they began climbing the steps together.

“Yep, just keep taking the lead and I’ll be right,” she replied.

They got upstairs eventually, just having an arm on her body made him feel satisfied. There was just something about her body, she had such perfect skin.

Fuck it, not just her skin, everything, Tiffany was perfect to him. Getting her back to bed, he jumped in next to her, spooning her from behind, just like the night before.

While he listened to her light breathing as she slept, Mark stayed awake that night for a little longer, his mind ticking.

Yes, he was back in her bedroom again but besides cuddling, they hadn’t done much else. It made him wonder, what was he to her.

Mark had really high hopes coming to New York. Sex was obviously a real target for him, who wouldn’t want to fuck Tiffany. But even if he didn’t get that far with her yet, he was hoping to be leaving New York at the end of the vacation knowing how Tiffany truly felt.

But right now, he was uncertain.

Diego was not a threat, not even slightly, he was just a pest in the way. But just because he wasn’t a real chance with her, didn’t mean he was guaranteed to get the girl he had liked from the moment they met on campus.

It was a lot to think about over night.