“Okay, I still have time to eat my girl out—” I’m ready to dive in, but she pulls my hair, stopping me and making me groan. “Ouch. Never do that again.” “Or what, Winnie?” Realization dawns on me at once. She called me Winnie because I named her Honey. “Did you change how you saved my number?” “Maybe, Winnie-the-Pooh,” she teases, and I’m losing my mind.
Lol cringe
