Amethyst's POV
“Hey, Shaw,” I said as I closed the car door after Ara climbed in.
I turned my head to look at Shaw, who was sitting in the front seat, and noticed a slight furrow in his brow.
He raised an eyebrow at me, clearly scrutinizing me.
“Stop calling me Shaw, will you” he said, his tone filled with annoyance.
“What am I supposed to call you then? Devon? We are not close enough for that kind of familiarity, so no thanks,” I replied, crossing my arms defiantly over my chest.
“Not close enough? We’re getting married. And even before that, we—” he began, but I quickly cut him off, panic rising within me as I covered his mouth with my hand.
“Don’t you dare talk about that,” I warned sharply.
Shaw chuckled softly and gently held my hand, guiding it away from his mouth.
“Why shou
