“You won’t object?” “About?” “Me calling him Leo.” “Do you want me to object?” “Nope.” She smiles and kisses my cheek. “You can be so adorable when you’re compliant, babe.” And then she slides into the back seat. I remain rooted in place, resisting the urge to touch where her lips burned my skin. Did she just call me adorable and babe in the same sentence after kissing my cheek?
