As Gray spoke they both became aware of a movement behind them, a shadow across the low window that overlooked the street. Kirsty gasped and clamped her hand over her heart. It was Mark, hands cupped against the glass, peering in at them. He smiled grimly as his eye caught Gray’s. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Gray muttered.
LMAOOOOOOOO I CANT- BRO IS A STALKER WHAT IN THE WORLD wait is this….. “FRANK?!?!?” NAHHHHHHHHHH I THINK HES GRAY NOT MARK I THINK
