But there’s no denying that my heart skipped a beat at the sound of Kat calling me Babe. “Sometimes it’s about who says the endearment, not the actual pet name itself.” Kat retorts, trailing her fingers down my chest while glancing sideways at Molly with a smirk. “As for the sweets… he’s not the one who will be swallowing…” Kat pauses for a second. “The whipped cream, that is.”
