Feeling like jelly throughout her body, Stephanie dozed off just before midnight. Her nose inhaled the masculine scent lingering from Mark's body. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of water as he just used a damp towel to wipe the traces of any fluid.
"Your hair smells so nice like this," he murmured huskily, leaving a trail of floating kisses on her forehead and cheeks.
"Hm?" Her eyelids gave up, she only lazily replied to his advances.
"Is anything hurt?" he inquired. Despite promising himself to be extra gentle and not push in when she showed any discomfort, in the end, he was only human. Mark's eyes were trained on her facial expressions the whole time. If she scrunched her nose, creased her forehead, or panted in pain, he restrained himself from continuing.
