“Thank you, Goliath.” He didn’t hesitate in wrapping me up, my cheek squishing even further into his rock-solid chest. “You’re welcome, Shortcake.” I leaned back so I could look at his face. “Shortcake?” “Seems only fair that you have a nickname too.” I shook my head. “But I’m not short. And cake? I’m the farthest thing from sweet.” One of his arms unwound from behind me so his hand could cup my jaw. With his thumb stroking my cheek and his fingers threaded into my hair, he whispered, “You’re sweet, and to me, you’ll always be short.”
