Grinning, Mark replied, âJust admit you want to spend time with me.
â
She retorted, âCome on, Mark.
Stand next to me and people might mistake us for father and daughter.
â
âThatâs not exactly the kind of thing I enjoy hearing,â he mused.
Laughter bubbled from Cecilia.
Mark stood, pulling her to him and dimmed the room lights.
Misinterpreting his intentions, Cecilia began to protest, thinking of her health.
But all Mark did was whisper, âYou seemed upset earlier.
Was it because you remembered what I have done to you with my tongue?â
Ceciliaâs response was a playful shove.
Mark chuckled softly, teasing her earlobe with his teeth.
âYouâre acting shy.
Peter probably didnât even notice.
Your quick exit only led him to the point.
â
The room settled into darkness.
Cecilia, wrapped in a cozy blanket, nestled into Markâs embrace.
Their closeness sparked a familiar warmth within her.
As she tilted her face to speak, Mark silenced her with a tender ki*s.
There was no rush, no urgency, just the desire to make her feel cherished.
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As their closeness intensified, Cecilia, with a mix of affection and annoyance, tugged at his raven-colored hair.
âMark, sometimes you can be insufferable.
â
She reclined on the sofa, and Mark gently pressed his lips to hers.
Softly, he murmured, âYou want this just as bad as I do.
Cecilia, itâs not just about emotional connection.
You deserve the fiery passion of youth too; it shouldnât be absent in our relationship.
â
Lost in the intensity of the moment, she couldnât help but think about his intentions.
However, with Mark being so considerate, who could resist?
Their bond deepened that night.
Afterwards, marriage wasnât a frequent topic.
Mark devoted his time to the kids and planned outings with Cecilia when possible.
On one such date, they admired the crimson maple leaves.