Melissa's face warmed slightly.

His audacity knew no bounds. He had evolved from the serious demeanor of the past, where even teasing held a hint of gravity. Presently, his words consistently left her flustered and bewildered.

An impulse to retract her hand surged within her, yet Marcus thwarted any such attempt.

He not only retained her hand but also guided her in the subtle art of tactile exploration.

She gently touched his nose, moving back and forth. He playfully teased her once more in a soft voice, asking, "Is it high?"