“You have complaints, baby? You can voice them, but there’s no guarantee I’ll take them into account.” My lips part and I can feel my heart crawling up to my mouth and spilling on the ground at his feet. His smile falters. “What’s wrong?” “You just called me baby.” “Oh. It—” “Don’t say it was a mistake.” “It wasn’t. I want to call you that sometimes.” I clutch him by a fistful of his jacket and drag him against me. “I need to kiss you—”
