His mouth comes to my ear. “For the love of the night, Em.” The sound of my name has my grip on him tightening. But then I remember what it means.
What you mean is, “and then I let my dumb self ruin the moment thinking ridiculous thoughts because this is the name I told him to call me AFTER we established that I wasn’t Maisie so regardless of it sounding like the letter M, it’s still my name.” Stupid idiot girl.
