CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

“He’s serious? What even is that?”

“A European reality show. And yes, he does,” she said and made a charming facepalm.

“I heard that!” he muttered from the living room, followed by the sound of the TV being turned on. Catherine grabbed a mug of lemon water and a plate with macarons, while I grabbed two glasses and another plate with the gingerbread men she made, but I was quick to grab one and stick it into my mouth. Then I stopped myself and made sure to bite off the head first, and gave her a knowing smirk which she returned.

“So, what are your plans for the week?” I asked after we’d sat down. I sat in the armchair, while I let them take the couch, and I tried not to notice how natural Rocco’s arm wrapped around Martina’s shoulder when she cuddled up to him.

You don’t like cuddling, Aaron.

“Because you are staying until past new year’s, right?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind,” Jakesaid with a sheepish grin.

“Not at all.”

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