FELICIA's P O V
‘‘What’s my punishment then?’’ When Marcus didn't answer my question and instead just stared closely at me, I questioned him once more.
He gave me the smirk that is uniquely his. ‘‘Felicia, I would really like for us to visit that hot spring together...’’
My frown deepened as I looked at him. Hot spring? ‘‘Is that the only thing you require of me?’’
‘‘Yeah...’’ he nodded, his attitude changing to one of seriousness.
‘‘Okay…’’ I agreed without hesitation. ‘‘When are we leaving?’’
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The moment I opened my eyes the next morning, everything was already prepared, and I was the only one Marcus was waiting. It appeared as though he had already packed our belongings, as there was a duffel bag on the couch, most likely containing our swimming attire.
