“You,” I waggled my finger towards Lachlan, “Start talking.”
His chest heaves with a deep laugh, “Okay, fine. You’ve forced my hand.”
“That’s right,” my teeth clamp down on my bottom lip, “I’m the one who wears the pants in this relationship.”
Lachlan snorts, “I much prefer you without them, but hypothetically, you can be whatever you want except not mine.”
My cheeks heat, my lips pushing out in a pout, “How are you that perfect?”
Our fingers interlock when he shrugs, but I don't buy it.
“You have to know it. You are literally THE perfect man. You’re the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’re eyes are,” my fingers move to my temples as I attempt to create an explosion sound, “And you’re the sweetest f*****g person on the entire planet. How is that all even possible?”
“Please
