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.

around Murray. "Babe, you were so

she could finish, Murray frowned, "What

her walk away without looking back. How he got

Seeing his displeased expression,

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

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

up, I'm not the type to cling on. I'll leave right

blanket, picked up her clothes from the floor, and cried as

the vivid love bites on her neck seemed to accuse

hands trembling so much that she couldn't fasten

Murray's heart eventually softened

about breaking up