Marc’s POV
“I hate you,” she grumbles as we cook. She was making some caramel and butterscotch sauce. I wanted to stop her but when she pouted and cried, I gave in.
I know, I'm weak for her. She claimed to be craving it for some time now with my homemade pancakes. So this is where we are.
“You don’t, at least not when I am-” she stuffed my mouth with a pancake before taking everything to the dining room. Laughing, I tailed her and whistle at the sight of her.
Dressed in my t-shirt and some shorts, she was so adorable. “Sugarcube,” I tug the end of the shirt but she ignored me. “Do I have to repeat what I did last night here?” she blushed brighter than earlier but still kept mum.
“Okay fine… I’ll stop teasing you and I’m sorry… I was just trying to help,” she glares at me now and I cou
