I called you Chick, and you hated every second of it, but I loved it, because whenever I called you that nickname, I knew a part of me was calling you pure and beautiful.” Her cheeks reddened a little as she tilted her head toward me. “Do you know why I called you Satan?” she asked. “No. Why?” “Because I thought you were the freaking devil.” I laughed out loud. “Fair enough.”
