#Chapter11
Anya's Point of View
/"What do you want to eat?/"I asked Marcus. After the conversation we had in his office, Marcus decided to eat because he was already starving.
/"You,/" he answered my question. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him./"Hey! I'm serious. I want to eat you,/" he added and stared at me.
/"Marcus!/" I yelled. He laughed and put his arms on my shoulder, and I couldn't help but smile at him. His laughter was so good to hear, and it was me happy knowing I could make him laugh.
/"Okay. Anything will be fine,/" he told me. I went to the fridge and prepared the ingredients I needed. What should I cook? Would Marcus like it?
'Maybe they have ingredients here for pancakes, /"I mumbled.
/"Ay!/" I jumped in surprised when I felt Marcus' hand wrapped around my waist. He buried his head on my neck.
/"What are you going to cook?/" he asked me. I could still feel my heart going wild with his touches.