Early morning, Melissa woke up.

Marcus was still lounging in bed, topless, hiding under a thin blanket.

"Morning, Mrs. Fowler," he chimed, teasing her as usual with a hint of laughter in his voice. Propped up on one elbow, he casually ran his hand over her, his rugged charm in full swing.

Blushing, Melissa gently pushed him away. "Cut it out."

But Marcus just grinned and kept at it, his deep, dark eyes twinkling mischievously. "Are you feeling frisky?"