Chapter 100

Christian’s POV

When I woke up the morning after the date, Mark was still passed out on the couch. I looked sympathetically at the angle of his neck and shook him awake.

“Oh, hey, man,” Mark said groggily, rubbing at his neck. He looked around. “Sorry, I should have got out of here last night.”

“Nah, man, it's cool,” I said, shaking my head. “I wasn't back until late, anyway.”

“Oh?” Mark asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively at me. “Good night, then?”

I scrubbed a hand over my face. “Let's go get breakfast,” I suggested. “My treat, for making you camp out on the couch last night. I could use some hash browns in my life, though.”

“Mmm, yeah, hash browns sound good,” Mark said, nodding at me. “Let's go. I know just the place.”

I picked at my napkin as we sat across from one another in the diner. “Things went well,” I finally admitted. “That barbecue place was incredible. I should have taken her there in the first place. And we had some piña