Anya's Point of View:
"What would you like to eat?" I asked Marcus after he suggested we have a meal together, having mentioned he was hungry after everything that happened at the office.
"You," he replied, his voice teasing. I rolled my eyes, not taking him seriously.
"Hey! I mean it. I want to eat you," he added with a mischievous grin.
"Marcus!" I scolded, my face flushing. He only laughed, and it made me smile. His laughter was contagious, and hearing it made me feel happy.
"Fine. Anything works," he said, shrugging. I walked over to the sink and started gathering ingredients. What should I cook? Maybe pancakes? I hoped they had the ingredients here.
Suddenly, I felt Marcus’s hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer as he buried his face in my neck.
"What are you cooking?"
