In the sweltering heat of a midsummer night, Rebecca found herself lying on her bed, her body glistening with sweat. She had just finished a steamy shower and her long, brunette hair was still damp, sticking to her neck and shoulders. She sighed contently, running her fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face.
A soft knock on the door made her sit up, her heart racing. She called out, “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Mark,” came the reply.
