“Don’t call me that, please,” I say, allowing myself a rare moment of honesty. “I don’t like it.” I’m not looking at Will, but I can still feel his gaze. And then I can feel his fingers lightly clasp my elbow as if he were afraid I was about to drift off, and he needed to keep me there beside him. “Annie. I’m sorry.” His voice is low and genuine. “I didn’t mean it in a negative way.”
I got teary eyed lol. Thats so sweet. Hes so understanding
