CHAPTER FORTY EIGHTSera’s POVMarcus placed the last tray back in the box. “...and we're done,” he said, closing it up.“Wow,” I stared at the big mason jar. “I didn't realize bees made this much honey.”“Mmmh,” he replied. “Okay, time for the next thing on my apology to you,” he grinned. “Oh, this was all a plan?”“Yeah, I have so much to make up for. This is just the start.” He said it so surely, my tummy did flip backs. “Geez,” I said.Marcus set the kader back down into the attic. “Ma’am,” he bowed slightly.“Please, you just want to start at my ass again,” I replied, holding the jar close to me as I passed him. “Well,” he said, “I can be a gentleman and still want to stare at you.”I climbed down quickly and waited for him in his attic. “So, you're not gonna tell me what's next? Or do I have to beg.”He opened the door to his room. “Up next, is waffles.”My tummy chose that point to grumble at the mention of food. “Sorry,” I apologized, my face hot. “I did not eat breakfast.”M
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