As the night deepened, Mark proposed, "Stay here. I have more to share."

Cecilia harbored no illusions.

Their history was marked by intimacy and a shared life; pretense was unnecessary when he suggested they converse in bed.

While Mark attended to the dishes, Cecilia opted for a shower.

Subsequently, she found solace by the window, initiating a call home, received by Juliette.

Cecilia's voice was faint, a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of her youth.

After a brief conversation, she ended the call, her gaze falling upon Mark.

A sudden unease overtook her.

It felt as though she was with a man for the first time, nervously adjusting her crimson silk bathrobe.

"You Look stunning," Mark complimented softly.

A blush crept across Cecilia's cheeks.

He smiled, retreating to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled the silence.

Cecilia contemplated waiting on the sofa but eventually decided the bed was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned they were just going to share a bed, after all.

She chastised herself before climbing into bed.

Clutching a pillow, she pressed her face against it, her shyness persisting.

Emerging from a steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled body joined her.

The coolness made Cecilia shiver; she instinctively curled into his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?"

Mark's casual affirmation concerned her, sparking worry for his well-being.

Within the quilt's embrace, he caught her hand, drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “It's alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's nothing to worry about."

He wouldn't have returned if he wasn't certain.