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Chapter Twenty One
Marcus’ POV ‘I need to kiss your birthmark’ Oh my God, can I sound any more f.ucking psycho? I meet Rory’s gaze, cringing at the look of disbelief on her face as she stares at me silently. ‘I’m sorry’ she splutters, her voice high pitched, ‘I think I’m losing my hearing because I could have sworn you just asked to kiss my birthmark.’ I scratch the back of my neck, feeling heat rise as I struggle to find the right way to explain this. ‘I uh . . ‘ my words stall as the blonde woman in front of me stares expectantly. ‘It’s my game’ I mumble finally, ‘I need the luck.’ Rory’s eyes widen, her mouth falling open, but no words leave her lips. Needing to fill the void, I hurry on. ‘I had the best game of my career on New Years Day, and then it was followed with the worst games! I couldn’t fi
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