Mark, drawing her closer, whispered, "Fresh out of the oven, made by yours truly."

She paused, savoring another bite. Its delightful taste evident on her face.

Post her shower, Cecilia's long raven hair was slightly damp. Mark, always attentive, fetched a towel and began to pat her hair dry.

Drained from the day, she settled into a comfortable position on his lap.

He murmured, "There's my girl," and leaned down, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss that tasted faintly of the milk-laden cookies.

Drawing back slightly, Cecilia focused back on the screen.

“We'll leave after this movie, okay?"

Mark just nodded in agreement.

She continued munching on her snacks, momentarily forgetting her dietary plans.

A comfortable fullness made her drowsy, and before she knew it, she dozed off.

She awoke to the movie credits rolling and the serene silence of the room.

Mark's gaze was fixed on her, a soft touch caressing her cheek, causing a warm blush to spread across her face.

Struggling to rise, she was gently held in place by Mark.

“Look at the time," he whispered, glancing at a clock.

“It's past two. Just stay."

She sighed, exasperated.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

He simply held her gaze, the weight of unspoken words between them.

Cecilia's defenses began to melt away.

Between work and life's demands, their moments together had grown infrequent.