“Brandon,” I grit out, and he looks at me with…disappointment? Pain? “What?” he asks in a hurt tone. “I hate the word nothing. It’s at the top of my shit list with fine and sorry.” “Well, I hate it when you call me by my full name, too.” Fuck me. His lower lip pushes slightly forward in a little pout and I can’t help the feeling of complete adoration that floods me. He’s so goddamn cute for an asshole. “Won’t happen again, baby.” I cup his nape and crash my lips to his.
