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Zyra was patiently waiting for Marcus to return from the bathroom. After several minutes, he finally did. She was seated at the edge of the bed when he walked in, a small smile on his lips.

"You're done?" she asked, getting up from the bed.

He nodded, "Yeah. You want to shower with me?" he replied teasingly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Zyra laughed softly, covering her face with her palm. "No," she said, still giggling.

Marcus chuckled, adjusting the towel wrapped around his waist as he walked to his dressing mirror. "Oh my goodness, I think I need some help with my hair. I can’t handle it right now," he said, pretending to be exhausted.

Worried, Zyra walked over to him and looked at his reflection in the mirror. "And what exactly is wrong with your hair?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It’s wet, and I’m just so tired," he cooed, leaning closer to her with a pleading look.

She rolled her eyes, a small laugh escaping her lips. "I see, you want me to help you dress up, don’t you?
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