It was late at night.

And they were alone. There seemed to be no limits to what could be said or done. Melissa's heart softened a bit. Tenderly, she wrapped the towel around his damp hair and muttered, "You haven't changed a bit over the years."

"Is that so?"

Marcus held her waist with one hand and stroked it back and forth, hinting at something.

Melissa didn't dare to flirt with him. She concentrated on drying his hair. After a while, she whispered, "I'm done. Go to bed. You need to wake up early tomorrow."