Toying with the necklace, he embraced her with one arm. “Are you upset? Your temper flares up effortlessly. What are you, if not a little firecracker?"

"No, I'm not."

Marcus casually set the box down.

He spun her around, pinning her beneath his body, and shamelessly whispered in her ear, “You adore my carrot so much, and yet you claim not to be a rabbit?"

Uttering these words, his fingers traced over her.