âYou⦠Youâre the one who hasnât weaned.
â
Retorting with a reddened face, Melissa pondered the hopelessness of her situation.
How had she developed feelings for someone who enjoyed teasing her?
A brief moment of contention ensued.
Sealing his words with a ki*s, Marcus instructed, âRise and shine.
Youâre heading back to fetch your ID, arenât you?â
Pausing, he added, âGive it to me once you have it in hand.
â
âWhy?â
Gazing at her momentarily, Marcus Lightly tapped her head, remarking, âsilly.
â
Of course, they would proceed to get married.
Mutual affection and shared intimacy left Marcus with no reason to abstain from marrying this woman.
The wedding, on the other hand, could be deferred.
Confusion clouded Melissaâs gaze as she beheld his handsome features.
She had no idea what Marcus was planning for their future.
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Raising his hand, Marcus checked the time on his watch.
Declaring, âIâm heading to the 12th-floor conference center.
Your breakfast is set.
Take the hotel car after youâve eaten.
Sylvia will arrange it for you.
â
Marcus prepared to depart.
Facing a temporary separation, Melissa hesitated to let Marcus go.
Tilting her head, she sought a parting ki*s from him.
Initiating such gestures was an uncommon occurrence for her.
Responding with a subtle smile, Marcus leaned down, engaging in a prolonged ki*s.
Finally, in a husky voice, he inquired, âFeeling better?â
Melissa blushed.
Certainly, Marcus had pressing matters to attend to, prompting him to leave promptly.
Melissa didnât sleep in.
Rising from bed, she underwent a quick freshening and meticulously applied hand cream, a sense of sweetness enveloping her heart.