Jenna gently moved her lips away from the tip of Marcel's finger, a soft smile playing on her face. "It stopped," she whispered, relieved.
Before she could say anything else, she let out a surprised yelp as Marcel suddenly scooped her up and placed her on the kitchen counter. "Stay seated here," he instructed, his voice firm. His eyes held a storm of emotions, a reaction to what Jenna had unknowingly stirred within him just moments ago.
"Marcel, I can—" Jenna began, wanting to help.
"No," Marcel cut her off with a stern tone. He quickly cleaned up the broken plate from the floor and tossed it into the bin, his movements precise and controlled. Once the mess was cleared, Marcel returned to washing the dishes, his focus on the task at hand.
Jenna sat quietly, her eyes tracing the lines
