When the bathroom door opened, Debra was soaking in the bathtub.

She asked awkwardly, "Uh, where's the towel?"

It was her first time staying in that house, and she hadn't expected the towel not to be in the bathroom.

Marion was relieved to see her fine. "I'll get it for you."

He walked over to grab the towel, then entered the bathroom and draped it over her shoulders.

Her cheeks looked rosy, maybe because of the heat in the bathroom.

Worried about her injury, he gently lifted her out of the bathtub. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Their breaths mixed as she was held close to him.

His arms were robust, easily lifting her with no effort.

"Are you tired?"

"I-I am."

"Then lie down and let me serve you."

but she tapped his shoulder. "Hey! I just finished

dark. Marion ordered takeout,

body was sore all over. She didn't want to move, and Marion

bed, she pointed to dishes with her chin. Marion would

black shirt was crisp, with the sleeves slightly

dressed so formally

of habit." He shrugged, handing her

casual clothes. They had to be ready for

notice. Over time, he had gotten used to not wearing

phone rang. She guessed it was Michael who

his voice came through. "I'm

have Marion let you

his

open the door,"

down his glass, stood

had arranged for someone to

the door

Michael standing there, wearing

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