He ki*sed her gently, whispering, âMelissa, itâs my birthday today.
Letâs put our disagreements aside, just for now.
â
In response, Melissa embraced him tightly, her silence speaking volumes.
They had s@x several times before Marcus finally relaxed, yet he continued to hold her close.
After cooling off from their exertion, he whispered in her ear with a ki*s, âLetâs go take a shower together.
â
âIâd rather have a bath,â she responded.
Marcus gently disagreed, âYouâve had some drinks.
Itâs not a good idea to take a bath now.
â
Melissa didnât argue.
Once they showered and slipped into bathrobes, they found a cart in the bedroom loaded with a cake, a champagne bottle, and two glasses.
âIâve got everything set up.
â
Wrapping his arms around Melissa, Marcus said softly, âYouâre not fond of the idea of moving into that apartment, so I arranged this place for us.
Move in with me, Melissa.
We can make arrangements for Julie and Shawn as well.
Besides, Matthew and Daniel can attend the same nursery.
Oh, Daniel is my nephew, my sisterâs youngest.
â
Marcus left out any mention of Albert.
However, Melissa sensed that moving in meant stepping away from the Waston Group.
She replied softly, âYou promised we wouldnât talk about this today.
â
Marcus paused for a moment, and then without another word, pulled her close and lit three candles.
While making his wish, he whispered his yearâs desire into Melissaâs ear-to marry her.
Melissaâs heart raced.
She felt moved.
The thought that a man could be so overwhelmingly interested in a woman was enough to soften anyoneâs feelings a bit.
Turning her head, she whispered to Marcus, âCan you give me some time?â
He gave her a soft smile.
âOf course, take all the time you need.
â
After that, they shared some cake and sipped on a bit of champagne.
In the chilly night, they had s@x once more.
When Melissa woke up the next morning, she was greeted by his handsome face, looking even more striking up close.
She snuggled into his strong arms and gazed up at him.
The Fowler family was blessed with good looks, and Marcus was no exception.
Melissa couldnât resist tracing his sharp features with her fingers, wishing they could avoid arguments.
Julie had advised Melissa to think things over with Marcus.