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    Debra woke up to a bright morning, her body aching and stiff. As consciousness slowly returned, she realized that her legs were almost numb.


    The memories of the previous night care flooding back. Marion had promised to be gentle, but his passion find been anything but. She had been swept up in his fervor, their bodies entwined in a dance that left her breathless and exhausted. Embarrassment washed over her as she recalled her own eager


    participation. She thought that she must be crazy to invite him to stay over and initiate such intimacy.


    She groaned softly and pulled the covers over her head, wishing she could hide from the day.


    "Get up and have lunch." Marion''s deep voice called from outside the door, a hint of amusement in his tone.


    Debra struggled to sit up, her body protesting with every movement. Marion entered the room, his expression a mix of tenderness.


    "Do you need help getting out of bed?" he asked.


    "My legs," Debra whispered. "I can''t stand."


    After their second round, she had been utterly spent, and he had carried her. to the bathroom to clean up. Somehow, their shared heat had ignited again, leading to a third round that left her limp and barely conscious. Not knowing how to face him, Debra felt herself being lifted effortlessly. Her arms instinctively wrapped around Marion''s neck.


    He carried her to the bathroom, and the sight of the bathtub brought back. vivid memories of their shared passion. She buried her face in his chest, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.


    "I can wash up myself," Debra mumbled, her voice muffled against his shirt.


    Marion set her down gently, wot a towel, and began to wipe her face with


    careful tenderness. He then squeezed out some toothpaste onto her brush. Debra took it from him and blushed. "I can do it."


    Marion watched her brush her teeth, a soft smile ying on his lips. Once she was done, Marion scooped her up again. Debra let out a startled gasp.


    "Marion, put me down."


    "Can you walk?"


    Marion carried her to the living room, where the scent of a freshly prepared meal filled the air.


    "Did you spend the whole morning cooking?" Debra asked, widening at the sight of the spread before her.


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    "I went to the nearby market to buy ingredients that cater to your taste," Marion replied.


    He was dressed in the same white shirt as the night before, but a few buttons were undone, revealing a glimpse of his well-defined corbone and the perfect lines of his chest. She quickly averted her gaze, focusing instead on the food he had prepared.


    "Is it good?"


    "Yeah."


    She nced up to see him watching her with a loving smile.


    "Why aren''t you eating?"


    "I''d like to watch you eat."


    Feeling the heat from his gaze, she blushed again.


    Just then, her phone chimed with a message from Hannah, reminding herAll text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.


    that she had only asked for one day off.