Anya's Point of View

"What do you want to eat?"I asked Marcus. After the conversation we had in his office, Marcus decided to eat because he was already starving.

 

"You," he answered my question. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him."Hey! I'm serious. I want to eat you," he added and stared at me.

 

"Marcus!" I yelled. He laughed and put his arms on my shoulder, and I couldn't help but smile at him. His laughter was so good to hear, and it was me happy knowing I could make him laugh.

 

"Okay. Anything will be fine," he told me. I went to the fridge and prepared the...