"Yasmeen..." He searches my eyes for any sign of regret but there's none, I know there isn't. "Fuck," he mumbles as he pulls me in for another kiss, hungry for more.
"Someday, I will end up fucking you against this wall if you keep tempting me like this."
"And I will gladly accept the offer if you put a ring on this finger," I grin, holding up my left hand, and wiggling my ring finger.
He grabs the hand and places a lingering kiss on the back. "Just give me some time, my little dove. I just need some time to organize my thoughts."
I blink, not believing my ears. "Say that again,"
He raises a brow. "I need some time to organize my thoughts?"
"No, before that," I say.
"Give me some time?"
"No, after that," I say. "What did you just call me?"
"My little dove," he says carefully.
"Oh my God," I gasp. "I did it. I finally have a nickname and a cute-ass nickname at that."
