I dip my head, feeling suddenly bashful. “The Wicked Wildflower… I thought that could be a good name.” That smile becomes a wide grin as he reaches around to grasp my neck and pull me into him. “I’m Wicked?” I nod, feeling his lips against my nose. “You’re Wildflower?” “So you say.” I lift my chin so my mouth brushes against his. His grin spreads against my lips. “The Wicked Wildflower. That’s fucking perfect.”
