Two weeks later:
Since Maura had put thoughts into my head of Marco’s feelings or intentions toward me, I’d hoped I could avoid him, especially seeing as he’d wanted to discuss the kiss that happened but avoiding him was impossible. Every day there was always something we needed to do together, whether that was checking the crop fields, blessing the arrival of a moon wolf pup or attending meetings with his guards, we were spending hours with each other constantly. Each time we would be civilised, we’d always even find something we both laughed at and as much as I was relieved he had a soft side, I also hated it at the same time because there was a part of me that was starting to like him and forget what he’d done.
“What’s this supposed to be”. Marco whispered at the dining table as he turned his nose up at some thick jelly the chefs had put on our toast.
I couldn’t help but snortle, amused when my own wobbled as I moved my plate, and he chuckled as I put some of it on my fork and loo
