Seth threw me a mischievous grin. “I can’t have Marcus just walking in on us. What if I want to snuggle on these cold New York nights?â€
My frown increased. “We don’t snuggle.â€
He dropped his arm over my shoulder, and the scent of mint and something wild tickled my nose. “How about we cuddle?â€
“We don’t do that either.â€
“But you’re my cuddle bunny. My little Apollyon cuddle—†I punched him in the side.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout
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