Cecilia's resolve faltered.

She offered a gentle shove, chiding, "Flattery isn't your best tactic."

Her eyes, still tinged with red, betrayed her emotions as she added, "I don't want to rush things between us."

Their maturity precluded the need for explicit statements. He understood her hesitation to physically rekindle their relationship prematurely. Respecting her boundaries, he caressed her dark tresses, his smile acknowledging her sentiments.

Mark was a proficient cook, preparing a meal that included her favorites.