Mark directed his gaze towards Cecilia, his voice barely above a whisper as he suggested, "Shall we step inside?"

Bowing her head, Cecilia silently complied, entering the house.

But as soon as she crossed the threshold, he firmly grasped her wrist, compelling her into the confines of the bathroom.

The door closed, enclosing them in a small space.

Pressed against the wall, her back against its surface, Cecilia found herself cornered by Mark, who positioned his arm above her head. The faint scent of tobacco emanating from him momentarily distracted her, causing a lapse in her concentration...