But before she could act, Mark kissed her.

Dusk soon took over the sky.

The setting sun streamed in through the glass, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto their bodies as if they were adorned with a delicate layer of iridescent glaze.

Cecilia's clothes were disheveled, and Mark had her pinned on the couch, ardently pursuing intimacy.

She resisted and whispered tearfully, expressing concern about someone walking in on them.