Still Daring Next Time
Language: en
Flirting with Dax was the sweetest thing ever. Normally, I did not even use his real name. Whenever we were alone, I would playfully call him, "Husband." He would immediately blush from his collar up to his hairline, muttering stiffly, "Don't say that." Sure, got it. I would absolutely do it again next time. Until I saw the comments. [Stop shouting, sister. The moment his childhood best friend gets back, he is going to tell you to stop joking like that in front of everyone.] [She is happily calling him husband now, but he is really just too polite to embarrass her.] I froze in my…