“Sweetheart, I’m sure we can talk through this…” “Eww.” Mae’s entire body cringed as she swiveled on her heels to face me. “Do not ever call me ‘sweetheart’ again.” “How about sugar tits instead?” I chided, slipping my gaze down to the thin turquoise material covering her perky breasts. Although seeing the glower on her face as I inched my eyes back upward gave me an overwhelming inkling she wasn’t charmed by my proposition. Such a shame.
