Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

She was back! Dressed in his favorite black dress that clung to her curves, her scent was intoxicating, her allure undeniable.

This time, he was determined not to let go. With a swift move, he rolled on Millie, his lips finding hers in a desperate kiss, murmuring her name, "Anne, Anne, finally, you've forgiven me."

The night was a whirlwind of passion, only quieting down in the early hours.

Feeling content, Murray fell into a deep sleep.

When Murray woke up the following morning, he rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling as though needles were piercing through his skull. But the next moment, his body tensed as his elbow brushed against something warm.

Turning his head, he saw Millie lying beside him. Both of them were naked under the same blanket. Faint red marks adorned Millie's neck. Her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, signs of a night spent in fervor. Murray shook his head, trying to piece together the steamy flashes of the night before. He slapped his forehead, frustrated. How did he end up sleeping with her?

Millie was awake, feeling his movements. She slowly opened her eyes, looking adorably groggy, her initial confusion quickly replaced by a blush.

lip shyly, she wrapped her arms around Murray. "Babe, you were so rough last night. I kept saying no,

could finish, Murray frowned, "What happened

watching her walk away without looking back. How he got home or ended up in bed with Millie

Seeing his displeased expression,

t took you home in a cab, then took care of you for a long time. I was going to leave, but you pulled me in, wouldn't let me go, and then

at his heartstrings. "Last night... was my first time. You're my first love, my first

break up, I'm not the type to

picked up her clothes from the

bowed her head, the vivid love bites

with the hooks of her bra, her hands trembling so much that she couldn't

Murray's heart eventually softened

not talk about breaking up