The Amazing Marcus Puth

Sixty nine

The next morning, Marcus was in the kitchen, his voice filling the air as he expertly flipped pancakes. Sandra entered, rubbing the remnants of sleep from her eyes, and was immediately drawn to the culinary scene before her.

She couldn't help but admire Marcus's skill and grace as he moved about the kitchen. A thought crept into her mind - what would it be like to wake up every morning to this domestic bliss, with Marcus cooking for her? To her Amayah was a fool leaving Marcus.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Marcus had turned around, his eyes locking onto hers with a hint of amusement.

"You look like you've been caught in the act," he said, a playful glint in his eye.

Sandra's face flushed as she attempted to play it cool. "I was just... appreciating the cooking skills," she stammered.

Marcus chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Or you were thinking why am I this sexy?”

Sandra sat at the kitchen table, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Sexy? Marc