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CHAPTER FORTY TWO kung fu fighting. season four, episode six.
MARK STARED AT CASSIE AS SHE SLEPT PEACEFULLY, RESTING HER HEAD ON HIS CHEST. Lately, she'd been staying at his apartment a few nights a week, for no particular reason. Or, so she said.
He studied her features. Her brows, which were almost always furrowed, we're relaxed. Her breathing was even, as opposed to her usual anxious nature. Her face was bare, no makeup in sight.
And he thought she looked perfect.
He was aware that he had feelings for his best friend. But laying here, looking down at her as she was wrapped in his arms...
Mark knew that he loved her.
He wanted to tell her. He wanted to be more than whatever they were. He just had to find the right time to bring it up.
While Cassie was curled up in Mark's embrace, pretending to be asleep but really just at peace, she was calm for the first time in what felt like forever. Her breathing was steady, and all of her worries seemed to have washed away.
She didn't know what she had been feeling lately. They were friends with benefits, yet it felt like so much more than that.
Cassie sighed softly, trying to figure out what she was feeling. She cared about him more than anyone, that's for sure. She always looked forward to waking up next to him, or seeing him at work, or simply talking to him in general. Obviously there was a physical attraction, but it went much deeper than that.
Cassie loved him.
She just needed to figure it out for herself.
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Cristina and Cassie were on Meredith's bed, the former laying down with her head on the pillow and the latter sprawled out in the opposite direction. The duo decided to play therapist for their obviously troubled friend.
"What are your other symptoms?" Cassie asked, writing in her notepad.
"Okay," Meredith sighed. "There's the father thing... the mother thing... the sister thing... the dying and coming back to life thing."
"You have too many things," Cristina said.
Meredith frowned. "Cassie has a lot of things too."
The brunette scoffed. "Not the time, Mer."
"She's not wrong," Cristina shrugged, earning herself a glare from the blonde.
