He extinguished his cigarette and returned to the bedroom.

Sure enough, Cecilia was still awake.

Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against the headboard.

Mark placed his phone on the nightstand.

He leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly dry.

He asked softly, "Don't you have work tomorrow morning? If you don't get some sleep, how will you manage during the day?"

Cecilia didn't resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on his chest.

They stayed that way for a long time until his shirt became damp and uncomfortable.

He extinguished his cigarette and returned to the bedroom.

Sure enough, Cecilia was still awake.

Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she leaned against the headboard.

Mark placed his phone on the nightstand.

He leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly dry.

He asked softly, "Don't you have work tomorrow morning? If you don't get some sleep, how will you manage during the day?"

Cecilia didn't resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on his chest.

They stayed that way for a long time until his shirt became damp and uncomfortable.

Mark gently stroked her hair and then kissed her once more.

Cecilia trembled slightly.

Their kiss deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them needed words to communicate.

The following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in bed.