I tug Nina closer until her back meets my chest. “You cold, babydoll?” That slipped out. “Babydoll?” She winces, brows climbing upward. “No. That’s even worse than sweetheart. We’re not doing the whole cringy nickname thing.” I shrug, resting my chin on the top of her head. It’s awkward, but it’s happening. “I give everyone nicknames.” “Well, not me. You can call me by my real name.”
