Starting the car, she made her way to their old apartment.

Unlocking the door, Marcus stood waiting, a quiet intensity in his gaze. The scent of lamb chops filled the air. "I've got a bottle of fine wine too," he announced.

As Melissa dropped her bag and bent to change her shoes, she mused, "Your words sound like you're seeking forgiveness."

Marcus pulled her close, his nose brushing hers.

In a husky voice, he teased, “Really? Did Ryan suggest I did something and need to make amends?"