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?”<br />My frown increased. “We don’t snuggle.” <br />He dropped his arm over my shoulder, and the scent of mint and something wild tickled my nose. “How about we cuddle?” <br />“We don’t do that either.” <br />“But you’re my cuddle bunny. My little Apollyon cuddle—” I punched him in the side.