Why had Marcus rushed through his shower with such haste? A mere moment ago, he had been enclosed within the bathroom’s embrace, and now he emerged, leaving behind its sanctuary. The sudden appearance caught her off guard.

Gazing upon the chiseled contours of Marcus’ visage against the canvas of his robust chest, Millie found herself enveloped in a shroud of shyness. With unblemished sincerity, she voiced her thoughts.

“Nay, only a solitary question did I chance upon.”

Her hand ascended to Lend support against the imposing bastion of Marcus’ chest, encountering the terrain of his robust and dewy sinews.

Her gaze lifted, encountering his intent stare. Millie’s reticence deepened, mingling with a tincture of culpability.

“I but perused the initial query. You should replace it. By my honor falsehoods shall not cross my lips.”

a solemn oath, yet Marcus, swift as a zephyr, quelled the gesture and enfolded

“Fret not.”

her

alias as Aisha, a tempest of anxiety raged within Marcus. How ineffable was the sensation of her nestled within his arms

Millie’s brow. a caress as delicate as the flutter of a butterfly‘s wing, coaxing her

of Marcus’

you? Permit me

a vine, Marcus directed attention to the luminous

zephyrs, brushed against the contours of her ear,

remained veiled-was he a scribe of treachery, aiding

sternness yawned wide, a dichotomy

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