Her cheeks still held the warmth of their recent closeness, a radiant afterglow from their encounter in the car.

Leaning on the wash basin, she felt a lingering weakness in her legs, a testament to the intensity of their connection.

Marcus' voice, soft yet insistent, broke the silence.

“What's on your mind?"

He was closer than she realized, his presence almost enveloping her.

The faint aroma of tobacco clung to his clothes, mingling with a more intimate scent of their recent session. These nuances, coupled with his inherent gentleness and nobility, rendered Melissa momentarily weak.

Attempting to escape the intensity of the moment, she whispered, "Nothing," her voice barely audible.

Marcus moved closer, wrapping her in his embrace, his whisper tickling her ear.

“Why are you blushing then?"

Overwhelmed and lost for words, Melissa's voice shook as she diverted the conversation.

“Julie's calling us for dinner."

She sought an escape, fearing another advance from Marcus.

Yet, as she tried to pull away, Marcus’ hold tightened, drawing her back into his arms. His Lips met hers briefly, a gentle assertion of his desire.

He gazed at her intensely, undeterred by her attempt to look away.

Gently coaxing her face back towards his, he whispered, "Shall we continue tonight? I'm far from satisfied, Melissa."

The flirtation in his tone nearly undid her.

Melissa's resolve faltered under the weight of his words. Marcus continued, his lips grazing her ear before lingering on her neck, leaving a trail of fleeting kisses.

Eventually, he steadied her, his voice rough with emotion. “Freshen up and get ready for dinner."

Flushed and flustered, Melissa hurried to compose herself.

Marcus lingered for a moment longer, his gaze fixed on Melissa with a soft smile.