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    After ncing at her reflection in the mirror, Marissa immediately understood why Hannah had given her that knowing look earlier. Her appearance was a dead giveaway to anyone familiar with intimate moments about what had just unfolded in the room.


    Her lips were swollen and a soft shade of pink from lingering kisses, faint marks painted her neck, her hair was a tousled mess, and a rosy blush lit up her cheeks. There was no denying it—she looked every bit like a woman who had been utterly and passionately kissed.


    “Oh no!”


    Marissa huffed in a mix of embarrassment and frustration, running her fingers through her already messy hair. If she’d realized she looked this disheveled, she would’ve checked the mirror, freshened up, and fixed herself before opening the door.


    Now that Hannah had seen her in this telltale state, Marissa had no idea how she could look her in the eye again.


    As she spiraled deeper into her regret, Connor silently appeared at the bathroom door. He leaned casually against the frame, his gaze fixed on her, a rxed smile ying on his lips, and barely concealed amusement twinkling in his eyes.


    After smoothing her hair into ce, Marissa caught Connor’s reflection in the mirror and spun around, fixing him with an usatory re. “This is all your fault!”


    Connor’sughter was low and warm as he stepped into the bathroom. Grabbing a clean towel, he dampened it under the faucet and began to gently wipe her face. Next, he reached for ab, carefully running it through her hair, his attention meticulous and soothing.


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    Finally, he held her face in his hands, his thumb brushing softly over her lips. A small smile curled on his lips as he said, “There, that’s much better. No need to be so mortified anymore.”


    Marissa nced at her reflection in the mirror. Thanks to Connor’s grooming, she looked far more presentable than before, but the telltale signs of what had transpired were still painfully obvious. How could she not feel mortified? Her frustration boiling over, she let out an annoyed huff and instinctively kicked his shin.


    Connor didn’t bother to dodge; instead, he raised an eyebrow, his expressionced with amusement. “Why are you so worked up? Let them see. We’ve already had two kids together. Isn’t a little kissing the most natural thing in the world for us?”


    Marissa rolled her eyes, exasperated. The way he phrased it made it sound as if their two children had been naturally conceived, when in reality, they hadn’t even known about their existence until recently.


    But now wasn’t the time to debate semantics. She had to hurry downstairs to handle Sansa’s situation.


    Spotting a scarf, she quickly grabbed it and tied it snugly around her neck, making sure the incriminating marks were well-hidden. With a quick nce in the mirror for reassurance, she opened the door and stepped out. Connor, ever the shadow, followed right behind her as they descended the stairs together.


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