Chapter 446

Debra woke to a bright morning, her body aching and stiff. As consciousness returned, she realized her legs were almost numb. Memories of the previous night came flooding back. Marion had promised to be gentle, but his passion had 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 she must be crazy to invite him to stay 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, 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 encounter, she had been utterly spent, and he had carried her to the bathroom. Somehow, their shared heat had ignited again, leading to a third 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 myself,” Debra mumbled, her voice muffled against his shirt.

Marion set her down gently, got a towel, and carefully began to wipe her face. He then squeezed some toothpaste onto her brush. Debra took it, blushing. “I can do it.” Marion watched her brush her teeth, a soft smile playing 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, her eyes widening at the sight of the spread before her. “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 collarbone and chest. She quickly averted her gaze, focusing on the food. “Is it good?” “Yeah.” She glanced 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…