❝  listen, grey. i need a favor.  ❞     she needed a night with a wife, a night that didn’t inevitably end up with mark freaking sloan pacing in her living room or cooking in her kitchen. no, she wanted a night with a wife that consisted of nothing but them, preferably without clothes. before the female could object, the blonde pulled her to the side, heart racing as she smiled wide before dropping the act.      ❝  if i don’t sleep with my wife tonight, i think i might literally murder someone and that someone would probably be mark sloan. i’m not saying you have to do the whole sleeping with him thing, but do something. i can’t take it. he’s always there. he’s in my kitchen, he comes in when we’re sleeping or showering and i can’t live a life where sex has to be planned around what time works best for him. i can’t, okay? so, please, just do something with him tonight. i don’t care if you take him to another state and drop him off. i don’t. just make something happen. got it?  ❞