“Don’t worry. I’ll manage. If the bed proves too small, I’ll purchase a larger one tomorrow. I’m willing to give it a shot tonight,” he assured.

Millie found herself at a loss for words.

Marcus had fully embraced his audacious side, transforming into a mischievous rogue.

“Then it’s the sofa for you.” Millie’s words hung in the air as she retreated into the bedroom, securing the door behind her.

As Millie’s eyelids grew heavy with slumber, a presence found its place beside her on the bed, proving that Marcus’ earlier words held true—no door could thwart his intentions.

Unbeknownst to Millie, she drifted into sleep while sharing the bed with him.

Millie clung to Marcus, a subtle reminder of

Marcus’ hand embarked on a joumey upwards, drawn by an impulse he couldn’t contain, his fingers brushing against the softness of

fabric between them, her soft skin was palpable beneath his touch. The intensity of his reaction was undeniable; his restraint was slipping away, almost

captivating allure, akin to an addiction. Succumbing to the impulse, he

their exposed allure. However, these gestures only

a boiling point, a sensation nearing

jolt of pain and

An unbidden expletive escaped her lips, directed squarely

he exercised caution in his actions? Yet, why did her slumber break, revealing

composure, Marcus

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