Wallace looked stunned—the epitome of male panic over a woman’s tears
Carrie ButlerStop bein’ such a pussy.”
“I’m not a p-pansy,” Aiden stuttered,tripping over the last word. Vulgar terminology didn't
exist in his vocabulary. Whenever he tried to push the envelope, he choked in the cutest way possible.
“I said pussy,” she emphasized.
He went red from the neck up. “I heard you!
Thank you.”“You don’t have to thank me. It’s the truth.” He visibly relaxed, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Though, you’re welcome to thank me in any way you see fit.”
I rolled my eyes and leaned forward, kissing his cheek. “Thank you.”He looked thoughtful at that, tensing in concentration.“What?”“I’m trying to think of something else I can say, for you to thank me.”I smacked his arm.
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