“What did you just call me?” I ask coyly, toying with one of the buttons on his shirt. “Lover,” he says softly, his lips slanting into a smile. I’m full on burning now, set alight from the inside out. “To be honest,” I counter, “I’d prefer you to refer to me as your highness, or perhaps goddess divine.” “I’ll call you whatever you want, as long as I get to call you mine.”
