“Caden!” she shrieks. “Alright, I think I’ve got all my stuff,” I say calmly. “Put me down. I hate being carried.” “Little bee, I’m just grabbing all my possessions and going to my car. What are you talking about?” “I’m not your possession, Caden. Put me down,” she growls. “I’m loving the damsel-in-distress look on you,”
