She looks at me, narrowing her eyes. "But my name is Ann."
"Not as long as you're with me it isn’t."
She sighs and shakes her head. Her hair is still cascading over her shoulders, a bit messier than it was before, but still beautiful. I can't wait to see the wavy mess dance around her slim body when I finally have my way with her.
She notices that I'm looking at her and turns her eyes up to meet mine.
"Why do you insist on the name Button?" she asks. "Why not call me Ann like everyone else?"
"Because I'm not everyone else," I say. "And you're mine."
A hint of a smile plays at the corner of her mouth. Look at that, my little Button is flattered.
"You're a weird man," she says, just before the doors of the elevator open as we reach the first floor. "A very weird man."