kissing me like crazy Mark's look at Mary is so frigid that I'm astonished his nose doesn't freeze off from frostbite. I'm astonished by his inquiry and furious that he divulged that we've had s*x in order to exact some kind of retaliation against Mark. I'm also giving him my own mean look. Mark is obviously upset at not knowing earlier, to put it mildly. Even though he is silent, it is clear that he is angry since it is visible on his face and in his body language. Although I tell myself that Mark has no justification for being angry and that he has no claim on me, I can't help but feel very uneasy about the complex situation. “Well?” Mary asks while making it seem like I'm giving her the death gaze. Of course, even if I had a preference—which I don't—I wouldn't respond to the questi