"Call me like that one more time," he urged.

Cecilia playfully bit his shoulder but refused to repeat his name.

He was quite the flirt.

Not wanting to push her further, he gazed at her with eyes full of desire, as if he wanted to etch her flushed skin and captivating expressions into his memory for eternity.

This night was one they would never forget, and Mark didn't want to end their passionate lovemaking.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, Cecilia whispered with a trembling voice,

“Peter said... There's a meeting tomorrow morning."

Cupping her chin with one hand, he kissed her lips again, causing her to whimper.

He whispered seductively, "You can still think about that right now?"

Cecilia slowly opened her eyes, glistening with lingering pleasure.

Mark had indulged himself in this night.

The following morning, Cecilia awoke to find it was just seven o'clock.

She was alone in bed.

She turned to gaze at the sky outside her window, touching her forehead and contemplating whether she needed to get up.

Just then, the door creaked open.

A slender figure entered and closed the door quietly.

Mark, who had led them into a night of passionate intimacy, Looked dashing in his sportswear.

He sat down beside her and grabbed the quilt.

"I usually run five kilometers, but because I spent my energy on you last night, I only managed three kilometers this morning."

Overwhelmed by shyness, Cecilia covered her face with quilt.