Melissa drifted into a brief nap, awakening to find herself cocooned under a blanket, nestled in Marcus' embrace.

With unwavering focus, Marcus remained engrossed in his laptop, his demeanor stoic as ever. It was a stark contrast to his earlier passionate demeanor.

Quietly rising, Melissa queried, "Why didn't you wake me?"

Setting aside his laptop, Marcus smoothed her tousled hair and grinned. "You seem exhausted, so I thought I'd let you catch some rest downstairs."

Melissa hesitated, wanting to tidy up the sofa, but Marcus, aware of her sensitivity, had already tidied it and discreetly disposed of the used tissue.