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“You don’t even want to give me a nickname,” my drunk ass mumbled, tears still trailing down my cheeks.
He clenched his jaw tightly, and then slowly unclenched. “The last few days have been hell for me, Morgan. Just being in this car with you is so fucking much better than I’ve been since I walked away from you. I thought I could choose the pack, and I was wrong. If you want a nickname, I’ll give you a nickname.”
Aww.
Now I was crying happy tears. “That’s sweet.”
“It’s not.” His voice was gruff.
A few moments passed, and they weren’t tense.
“You really don’t like Mo?”
I made a face. “I never let people call me that. I tried to get them to use Momo, but they said it sounded like a monkey name.”
Axel scoffed. “Who are these bastards?”
I sighed dramatically. “The other kids.”
“Momodoesn’tsound like a monkey name, but I’m partial to Mo. And if no one else calls you that, then it can be mine.”
I did like it when he said things werehis.
Mostly when he saidIwas his.
My eyes stung again. “It doesn’t matter. You’re just going to leave me again.”
“Don’t put words in my fucking mouth.”
“You don’t even say words. You just growl them,” I said miserably.
He snorted, and I giggled like a damn little kid.
Drinking was clearly not good for me.
“You’re not wrong.” He adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, relaxing slightly. “And you don’t smell like any of the other men, so I don’t have to kill anyone.”
“They can look, but not touch,” I agreed.
His nostrils flared. “No. They can’t fuckinglook. You and I are going to go shopping together after this shitshow, since apparently Charly and Iris can’t be trusted to choose clothing.”
“They know what I like.”
“Youdon’t know what you like. If I take you shopping, and all you actually feel pretty in are your tiny shorts and tanks, then fine, I can get the hell over it. But the clothes in your bag were falling apart, so it’s been too long since you went shopping for you to know what you like.”
I glared out the window. “You don’t know me.”
“Physically, I think it’s safe to say thatIknow you better thanyoudo,” he growled back.
Damn him for being right.
The things he had done to me…
Shit, the memories were making me all hot and bothered.
“You’re a bastard,” I whispered to him.
“Never said I wasn’t.” His eyes remained on the road.
