Chapter 2015 “So you're here as my chef now?” Returning her smile, Mark made his way to the kitchen.

The hum of the fridge broke the silence.

“I wanted to share a meal, but since you had other plans, I thought I'd join you here.” Cecilia chuckled. She wasn't exactly a star in the kitchen.

Her fridge was well-stocked though, thanks to diligent house staff.

She heard the rustle of ingredients.

Before she fully realized it, she found herself wrapping her arms around Mark, surprising even him.

softly from behind him,

tried to gauge her sincerity, pondering if she'd use the wine as an excuse came

the air between them felt delicate; neither

to his illness, and finally to his return-they hadn't truly found solitude together. It seemed almost poetic that their private reunion

they were grown-ups now, understanding that

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her to the bedroom, her protests

first intimate

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