Christian
"Alright, so-- ," I tuck the strands of her hair behind her ear and she places her chin on my chest, curiously waiting for my answer. "You don't like it when I call you Mrs Scott?"
"It's not the case. I just asked why you are so formal in this" she scoffs.
It cracks me up
"I'm not formal. But whenever I call you Mrs Scott, it reminds me that you're mind," I smile.
She bites her lip and breaks the eyes contact, playing with my button again. I wonder what she finds so interesting to play with my buttons.
"So, you mean the last name is enough to claim a person?" Her voice is low and thoughtful.
"Not exactly, but at least some jerks will know that you're out of their reach and they shouldn't lay their f*****g eyes on you" I smile at her.
"What if you have to share me?" Her qu
