"Mark, that could have been your dad…" I muttered, still trying to get my heart rate back to normal. "I would have died of embarrassment."
"You wouldn't," Mark said, completely unbothered. "Because, unlike a certain someone, he actually waits after knocking."
I sighed, pressing a hand to my forehead. "So much for being able to control it…" I muttered. "Maybe we'll have to start leaving the door open from now on—avoid the temptation."
Mark exhaled through his nose, amused. "That's an interesting strategy." He tilted his head, voice dipping lower. "Might not work the way you think it will, though."
I shot him a look, but his smirk didn't waver.
"That was just Nate being Nate," Mark continued, brushing past it like this wasn't already slipping out of our control.
I rolled my eyes, but the heat in my stomach betrayed me.
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Dinner was… surprisingly normal.