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.

low voice, his own emotions

his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult

moment she called him “Mark,” everything

referred to him as “Uncle Mark”

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weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who bore

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tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

of physical pain but of

indulged himself in this

calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he

surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting a flame—irresistible

Cecilia woke

magnified before her, lying beside her

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