Harry’s Pov
"Indeed," I replied casually. "Harry."
"What a lovely name," she remarked.
"I assume you say that to every guy," I retorted, kneeling down to search for a Santa hat beneath the counter.
She either chose to disregard my comment or simply did not care. "Harry," she repeated, as if trying to determine if it suited her.
"Just call me that," I said, moving a box of napkins aside until I finally located one.
"May I refer to you as Teddybear?" She inquired, his voice dripping with arrogance.
I winced. I despised that nickname; it made me sound like a child. I hadn't been called that since my kindergarten days.
I grabbed the one at the back and stood up to inform her, "In your dreams."
"You are already in my dreams," she replied with a wink.
"Priscilla!" I shout. I thought I
