“You don’t like dude? I can find something else to call you.” I move toward him slowly. “What else would you call me?” I study him as I get closer. His lean body and sharp elegant features, his high cheekbones and pretty mouth. Then I think about how he moves. Graceful and fluid. Precise and smooth. I almost don’t say it because it’s too fucking cheesy. But then I think about how he might smile at me if I do and so I can’t not say it. “Kitten?”
