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.

shyly, she wrapped her arms around Murray. "Babe, you were so rough last night. I

she could finish, Murray

clear memory was standing under Roseanne's apartment building, watching her walk away without looking back. How he got home or ended up in bed

Seeing his displeased expression,

took care of you for a long time. I was going to leave, but you

up at Murray with trembling lashes, her pitiful state tugging at his heartstrings. "Last night... was my first time. You're my first love, my first man.

you want to break up, I'm not the type to cling on. I'll leave

off the blanket, picked up her clothes

she bowed her head, the vivid love bites on her neck seemed to accuse him of last

hands trembling so much that she couldn't fasten them. She

Murray's heart eventually softened

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