“I just think it’s funny you’ve known me longer than Ava has and yet you never call me Zav. It’s always Zavier this, Zavier that.” A scoff leaves my mouth as I place my own hands on my hips to mimic his stance. “You just moved in! I’m sorry if I don’t think we’re in the territory of nicknames.” He levels me with a stare of challenge, and I know I’m in trouble. “I think you’re afraid, baby.” The sputter that leaves my mouth is immediate. “Baby? Afraid of what? Who do you think you are?” This little bastard.
