"I want you to call me Brixton instead of Jinx," he corrected me, his lips brushing against my skin as they moved with his words. "Pet names are acceptable too, Tulip. Makes me feel like you really like me."
I rolled my eyes. Not that he could see. But his words were ridiculous. I mean, how can he think I don't like him after last night?
Well, I guess, considering how I've treated him all our lives, I can understand why Brix would be scared that I didn't like him. Even after last night. I've really just been a big dumba.ss all this time.
"Hey, stop that," he said as he pulled back to look into my eyes.
"Stop what?" I asked, confused.
"Overthinking," he replied. "I can practically hear your thoughts running."
"Then what am I thinking?" I countered, feeling slightly annoyed.
"Probably
