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.

the first time, he realized reconciliation wouldn’t bring sheer

profound sorrow

the gas stove, his gaze deep and intense

since he’d allowed himself to look at

skin, warm and inviting under his

voice, quivering, called out

forward, capturing her lips in a passionate French

support

ki*ses were

no further

on his shoulder,

hand brushed through her

he softly proposed,

prepare something

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