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.

Murray. "Babe, you were so rough last

finish, Murray frowned,

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

Seeing his displeased expression,

"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

was my first time. You're my first love, my first man. I love you

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

up her clothes

vivid love bites

bra, her hands trembling so much that she couldn't fasten them. She looked like a drenched, homeless

Murray's heart eventually softened

about breaking up