“I don’t know…What do men call their girlfriends? Sugar?” I regret it the second I say it, but Alex raises an eyebrow before I can retract my statement. “Sugar. You want to be called sugar.” “No, not sugar. Something else, like…” I scratch my head. I have no idea. He presses his lips together. “Sugar.” I shove him out of the way, feeling my cheeks flame. “Not sugar. Honey? No. Not honey. Muffin? No.” He looks exasperated with me. “Jesus Christ. What’s next? Eggs? Preheat oven to two fifty? Baking soda, I’m home!”
