Yet, three years of silence, coupled with significant age disparities and differing social circles, had erected barriers.
Their sole mutual interest appeared to be their discussions about children.
After a brief exchange, Cecilia’s smile waned.
In a subdued tone, she requested, “When you see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn’t at my best earlier.”
“It’s on me,” Mark interjected, playfully pinching Cecilia’s cheek.
“I’ll extend your apologies.”
An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia, their gazes locked.
In the past, their connection was primarily physical, a fervent urgency underpinning their interactions, leaving little room for verbal communication. Now, a palpable estrangement lingered.
As the night deepened, Mark proposed, “Stay here. I have more to share.”
Cecilia harbored no illusions.
Their history was marked by intimacy and a shared life; pretense was unnecessary when he suggested they converse in bed.
While Mark attended to the dishes, Cecilia opted for a shower.
Subsequently, she found solace by the window, initiating a call home, received by Juliette.
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Cecilia’s voice was faint, a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of her youth.
After a brief conversation, she ended the call, her gaze falling upon Mark.
A sudden unease overtook her.
It felt as though she was with a man for the first time, nervously adjusting her crimson silk bathrobe.
“You Look stunning,” Mark complimented softly.
A blush crept across Cecilia’s cheeks.
He smiled, retreating to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled the silence.
Cecilia contemplated waiting on the sofa but eventually decided the bed was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned they were just going to share a bed, after all.
She chastised herself before climbing into bed.
Clutching a pillow, she pressed her face against it, her shyness persisting.
Emerging from a steam-filled bathroom, Mark’s slightly chilled body joined her.