Marcus snorted. "I haven't slipped up, have I?"

Melissa wrapped her arms around his waist, tracing a slender finger along his V-line, chuckling softly. “Probably when you were holding Minnie. Your movements were too precise for a blind man."

Amused and irked, Marcus found himself at a loss.

He planted a kiss on her forehead, murmuring with a hint of reluctance, “Who would've thought a little dog would be the one to give me away."

Melissa reciprocated his kiss, aware of his patience over the past few weeks. He often yearned to be close to her, yet always restrained himself in the end. Lifting her head to meet his lips, she mumbled, “You've been on your best behavior lately. Perhaps I should reward you."