This intimate reconnection promised to accelerate the thaw in their relationship.
Gently, she caressed his warm skin, her voice a soft murmur.
âIn those two years, did you ever think of me?â
âEvery single day.
I longed for you, for Edwin, for the unborn child within you,â Mark confessed, his voice tender.
âAnd you? Did thoughts of me ever cross your mind?â he inquired, lowering his gaze to meet hers.
Shifting slightly, Cecilia confessed, âConstantly.
Memories, both fond and painful, but you were always there, in my thoughts.
â
Mark pressed a ki*s to her forehead.
âDo you have work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my mom if you donât.
Later, Iâll accompany you to see your parents,â he proposed.
Ceciliaâs smile was faint.
âHow do you have the courage to go see my parents?â she teased.
In the darkness, Markâs voice carried a hint of playful challenge.
âWhy shouldnât I? Iâve even had plans to propose and share a bed with you, leaving you pleading for respite.
â
Cecilia shot Mark a glance.
After a pause, she softly suggested, âLetâs discuss marriage proposals some other time.
â
Their proximity in bed notwithstanding, marriage was momentous.
She was reluctant to impose further on her parents.
Mark didnât press her.
âLetâs just sleep.
Otherwise, we might just have to go for another round,â he quipped.
Cecilia inwardly branded him shameless.
Noses touching, Mark whispered, âIâm quite capable, you know.
â
âHave you no shame?â
Despite her retort, Cecilia faced a hectic day ahead.
They planned a weekend visit to see Zoey.
Upon reaching the film set, Mark stopped the car, silently watching her.