Marinette's POV “Mark, I swear to God if you say ‘on my terms’ one more time I’m throwing this coffee at your head,” I said, standing in the middle of the park with my arms crossed so tight I was probably cutting off circulation. Mark stood there in his stupid perfect button-down, looking like he’d rehearsed this whole speech in the mirror. “Marinette, come on. We graduated. We’re adults now. I want you back, but I need it to be on my terms. No more sneaking around. No more hiding from my sister. We do this right. My way.” I laughed so loud a bird flew out of the tree behind him. “Your way? Your way? That’s hilarious. Your way was bending me over your car after practice and telling me to be quiet so your sister didn’t hear. Your way was ‘just one more time, Marinette, no one has to know.’ Your way was treating me like your dirty little secret for six months. And now you want to do it again on your terms?” Mark stepped closer, lowering his voice like he thought that made him charmi
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