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Again, the only reason I don’t reject him is because he’s the main source of heat in this place. It may be April, but that’s not exactly summer yet, and I’m afraid the terrible cold will return to my limbs. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. But there’s no denying the comfort I get from his arms wrapped around me. The sense of security. I don’t usually need it. I can provide that to myself, but I’m giving myself a pass today.

“I haven’t forgiven you, you know,” I declare to make sure I’ve thrown up some kind, any kind of emotional wall between us.

He curls into me, one arm loops over my waist. “I know.”

I shoot up, remembering something. “My parents.”

His arm tightens around me, dragging me back into the bed. “I’ve already texted your dad. He knows where you are.”

I relax back into him. “God, that’s embarrassing as hell. I’ve been acting like I’m not married so as not to give him any more useless hope after the night I stayed over. This is going to ruin all my hard work.”

“Maybe he deserves to have a little hope… At least for tonight.”

That’s an understatement. It’s hard to maintain the no-marriage stance when my father is so desperate to see me happy with Marku. It’s a tightrope act, and I haven’t successfully found the balance.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asks.

I pause, considering his proposal. “Like what?”

He grabs the remote and clicks on the TV, going to the section on movies.

“Horror, of course.”

“Of course…”

Horror used to be our thing when we were kids. Cristian would occasionally join us, but we’d started watching as young as ten and got addicted to it. That’s where Marku’s nickname for me came from.

“Old school only,” I demand.

“Pfft. What else?”

He clicks on Poltergeist. “What about a classic?”

“Yeah, that’ll do,” I reply begrudgingly even if my heart is singing inside. That was definitely an old favorite of ours.

He starts the movie and a few moments later, the familiar soundtrack comes on. I settle deeper into him, wiggling my butt against his erection.

“Stop that,” he growls into my ear and my skin prickles with goose bumps.

“I’m mad at you, and in the morning, you better watch it, because I’m going to tear you into pieces for that bullshit you pulled.”

“I expect nothing less.”

Having said my piece, I snuggle back into his chest, letting his heat warm me like a furnace.

“And I have to go upstairs and say hello to your mother,” I mumble, my eyes drooping.

I hear the suppressed laughter in his “Mmm-hmm.”

A comforting scream rips through the room. Ah, the demons have arrived.

A moment later, I’m asleep.

CHAPTER 22

CRINA

Iwake up to Marku’s head between my thighs, gasping out an orgasm before I’m fully awake.

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