"Then you must remember, alright?"
"Mhm."
Rae Bennett lay on the bar, continuing to wag her cheerful tailbone.
"The counter is too cold, sit up properly."
"Oh."
Rae obediently sat up straight.
It was so nice to have a boyfriend to take care of her.
Wyatt Wright had more to say and poured her another cup of hot tea to warm her hands.
He pulled out a chair and sat down, "Rae."
"Mhm."
She liked the way Wyatt called her.
She was glad her name was a doubled character; Wyatt's voice was low, and when he said her name, it naturally had a lingering charm.
"If I do anything wrong, you need to communicate with me, don't overthink."
The eighteen-year-old Rae didn't use communication, that low-efficiency method, she used cages.
Wyatt was like the worm in her stomach.
"Then if there's something I'm not doing right, you have to teach me," she preempted, "but we can't break up."
Wyatt agreed.
