After having a realization, I pulled Robert's hair.
He screamed, "Ouch," and grabbed my behind.
I hiss, "Ow, you bastard."
"You did it first," he complained.
"You horn dog, that's because you gave me a hickie."
What's wrong with it, you say?He snorted.
I said, "Danny's going to see it now. He doesn't know about you yet."
"Perfect," he grinned. "He sure as hell will know about me now."
I said, "Robert," with a frown.
I don't have a nickname; why does he?"
"You have a nickname," I giggle. "A few actually."
"Why am I experiencing negative feelings there?He arched his brow.
I laugh and say, "That's cause there not."
"Harsh."
I scowl and think, "Anyway, how am I going to tell him that I'm dating someone else besides him?" "What if he thinks poorly of me and decides never to commun
