“So what did you tell him, cakepops?”
What’s with this devil and his fondness to name me after desserts? Naomi thought while rolling her eyes internally. If she still has time, she’d roll them in where it can never come back again.
“Really? I’m a cakepop now?” She huffed a breath as she scurry towards the living room, looking for the “goddamn pin, where is it?” Oops, she may or may not have been accidentally blurted it out.
Liberty winced at the sight of her all frantic over nothing. He massaged his temples with his thumb, easing the throbbing sensation that suddenly decided to make room inside his head this morning. “Yeah because you look like a cakepop today in that dress. Your round head is standing out.”
“Really?! Oh god, I knew I should’ve picked out another dress! Why didn’t
