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"What are you cooking, Princess?" the voice and the hug I felt from behind me made me flinch a little in surprise.

Rhysand's warm cheek touched mine, and he placed a quick peck on my cheek. I already feel that this is like a habit for him. Wherever we were he would take the opportunity to just hug me, peck me, or give me a kiss.

And something inside me is still doing the same thing, still beating loudly, and on the other hand I'm used to it.

I just kept quiet, and didn't do anything about it. Because that's the thing he wanted to do, and I'm just going to be quiet to accept anything because that's the deal we made. I will not refuse it.

Besides, I'm tired of pretending in front of him. Imagining that our relationship would end and also that he was a bad guy made my denial feel pointless. It wasn't necessary, but I still put up a high wall to save myself in the future and put boundaries. Never spent the night at his place, or made room for him to sleep, really sleep, with me without ha