Time seemed to lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the bed.

Tears glistened in Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze.

Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one can bully me.

In her heart, he was the only one, from beginning to end!

She cried like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and feeling wronged.

Mark gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort her.

“Don’t cry, Cecilia.

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own

between staying with her and the knowledge that it would

called him “Mark,”

name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before,

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hearing her call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history

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claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in each

tears were not of physical pain but

cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender

calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t

their dormant love and affection, their

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

before her, lying beside her in

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