“Do you have a habit of getting jealous, Aurora?” The use of my full name angers me as much as it did the first thousand times he’s said it today. “Don’t call me that.” “Call you what?” “Aurora. I’m not Aurora to you.” He leans close enough to kiss me but doesn’t. “Why not?” “Fuck you, Johnny,” I hiss before curling my hand around the back of his neck and kissing him.
