He gently secured the door, and the room, spacious as it was, echoed only with the soft rhythm of their breaths.

After what felt like hours, Cecilia murmured, "Mark, please release me. We can't just be physical to mend what's broken between us."

Mark gave a soft scoff.

His fingers, light and nimble, traced her waist.

“What makes you think that?" he whispered, a hint of mischief in his voice.