Her lengthy, damp hair cascaded over her slender shoulders.

She possessed a captivating allure that would ensnare any man who laid eyes on her.

Half-kneeling, she grasped his hand. "Could you get me the morning-after pills?"

Marcus leisurely rested one hand behind his head.

He silently admired her for a moment. After a while, he grinned and said, “If you get pregnant, we'll have the baby. My father is looking forward to having a grandson anyway, or perhaps another granddaughter."

While speaking, he gently traced her face with his fingers. "You're quite something. Already bossing me around now."

Blushing, Melissa attempted to feign innocence. “It's your fault. You initiated it."

"Indeed, I did."

Marcus chuckled, sitting upright. Subsequently, he embraced her and sealed the moment with a kiss.

Following an extended kiss, he whispered, "There is no need for medication. Melissa, I want us to be married."

He had long surpassed the age suitable for marriage.

His earnest desire to be with Melissa rendered contraceptives unnecessary. Moreover, he was concerned about the potential health impact of the pill on her.

Marcus went on, “Aren't you apprehensive about taking medication? I'd have to persuade you to use the pill if I purchased it. What if I lose control during the persuasion? You'd have taken the pill for no reason."

Coaxing her, he suggested, “Imagine having to take one pill for each time we make love. It would add up quite a bit."

Melissa was genuinely perplexed by this statement.

After a moment of bewilderment, she hesitantly inquired, "Is that true?"

So, she'd have to take... six pills?

Marcus affirmed, “Indeed. I've heard women should only take two pills a year, at most. Taking six might be an overdose, and there's concern about potential effects on the baby's development."

After deciding against taking the pills, Melissa resigned herself.

She reasoned that if she were pregnant, she could proceed with giving birth to the baby.