"Baby girl, for the love of f***k, call me Tiger when it's just the two of us," Holden whined.
"What is your obsession with being called Tiger?" I grumbled.
I might possibly have been wondering how many other girls have called Holden that over the last few weeks. I started it by pure accident, but that doesn't mean anything. For all I know, it could be like a Daddy kink to him.
This cr.ap with Otti and Pierce and everything is messing with my head. I thought I knew where I stood with Holden. I'm not so sure anymore, and it scares me.
A lot more than I ever imagined it would.
"Oh, it's not being called Tiger that I have an obsession with," Holden teased me, pecking my lips. "It's these delicious lips and se.xy voice that say it."
I blushed hard.
This is what I mean. How can I not get
