Page 52 of The Proposal Pact
“Trust me, you’re not the knight in shining armor I was saving myself for either, buttheydon’t know that,” I whisper-shout, pointing at the door.
“Wait, you’re a virgin?” The look on his face is almost comical. And a little pale.
“Do I look like a virgin?”
“No, definitely not.”
“Gee, thanks, my husband thinks I’m a ho.”
“I didn’t say that—”
“Mm-hmm, sure.”
“Jesus, there’s no winning with you, is there?”
“Look at that, you’re already acing this marriage thing.” I wink. “Okay, okay, let’s talk details.”
“What details? We just go, get married, and call it a day.” He looks so clueless, it’s almost cute.
“Ha,” I snort out. “You’re hilarious today, Shrek. And what about the living arrangements? What about the things a couple in love should know about each other? Or nicknames! We don’t even have cute nicknames for each other!”
“Nicknames,” he deadpans. “You think this hinders on nicknames?”
“You can make all the fun you want of me, but if you think Love Hive will simply buy our love-at-first-sight crap only because we got married, think again.”
“Okay, fine. Nicknames.” He sighs. “What should I call you?”
“Let’s hear your options.” I close my eyes, tilting my head back to rest on the couch.
“Honey.”
“How original. No.”
“Baby.” I shake my head. “Sweetheart?” I feel my face twist like I’ve bitten something sour and bitter. That’s what Grace’s ex used to call her.
Callum groans. “What’s wrong with those?”
“Can’t you come up with something a bit more…I don’t know, original?”
“Those are what everyone uses.”
“No. My brother doesn’t.”
“What does he call his wife?”
“Witch. A pain in his ass, crazywoman—”
“Well, why didn’t you say so right away?” Callum snorts. “And to think I was stressing about this.”
He looks way too happy about this turn of events and I narrow my eyes at him. “Why?”
“Because I’ll just keep calling you little menace, vixen, firecracker, and a brat! See how perfectly those work.” He gives me a saccharine smile.
“I am not a brat!”
He snorts. “Yeah, you fucking are. Now, to the other questions. I guess we can live here?” He eyes my apartment with a frown.
“Hey, what’s that frown for?”
