The next morning, Marylin was jolted awake by the insistent ringing of the doorbell. Groaning with a headache, she opened the door—only to be swept up into someone's arms and kissed passionately.
Flustered, she pushed him away and glared,
"Wh-what are you doing?"
He grinned, holding her close,
"Exercising my rights as your boyfriend."
Marylin froze, speechless. She pushed past him and headed for the bathroom to freshen up. He followed, asking casually,
"Are you busy tonight?"
Shaking her head, she replied,
"No… why?"
Her schedule wasn't officially underway yet, so she had the entire day free.
Hearing her answer, he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind, his voice warm and inviting,
"Then come home with me for dinner tonight."
Marylin, still rinsing her mouth after a sip of water, suddenly spat it out in shock, staring at him through the bathroom mirror with wide eyes,
"Dinner… at your place?"
