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

Murray frowned, "What happened

under Roseanne's apartment building, watching her walk away without looking back. How

Seeing his displeased expression,

started to fall seconds later. "You collapsed in the rain yesterday, and 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 pinned me down. I

trembling lashes, her pitiful state tugging at his heartstrings. "Last night... was my first

to break up, I'm not the

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

head, the vivid love

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

Murray's heart eventually softened

talk about breaking