Bring her to me

Zyra POV

I found myself captivated by Marcus's presence as we sat at the dining table. He pulled out a chair for me, displaying his chivalry, which made me smile gratefully before I took my seat. Marcus chuckled playfully, acknowledging that I could have done it myself. "You are with me; you deserve to be treated well," he explained with a casual shrug. As he glanced down at his plate and then back at me, he noticed a weariness in my expression. Concerned, he asked, "Tired, aren't you?"

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "Not really, thanks. I already had my shower, so I feel a little bit better now," I replied. Marcus nodded understandingly and began to eat his meal. Curiosity got the better of me, prompting me to ask, "You cook?" I remembered hearing him mention cooking earlier.

Marcus laughed softly, confirming my question. "Please don't tell me that sounds surprising to you," he pleaded playfully. I joined in his laughter, not wanting to make him feel bad. "It is surprising, bu