Chapter 1923

“Cecilia,” he uttered, his voice laced with emotion.

She offered no response, her face pressed against his back.

He was leaner now, but his frame was actually more robust than during his illness.

After what felt like an eternity, her voice, barely above a whisper, broke the silence.

“Does it still hurt?”

“The pain’s gone.

Finally, Mark rotated, his eyes meeting Cecilia’s tear-streaked face.

time, he realized reconciliation wouldn’t bring sheer

a profound

deep and

he’d allowed himself

skin, warm and inviting under his touch, felt

voice, quivering, called out

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate French

finding support against the

were fervent,

went no

her head on his shoulder, her tears

her long hair, comforting

prolonged silence, he softly proposed,

something

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