Evelyn felt a little shy. It was as if a feather had brushed across her heart, ticklish and tingly. In the charged atmosphere, she raised a hand to touch her ear.
"That's so cheesy."
Ronan's ears and neck flushed red. "I'll call you that often from now on. Once you get used to it, it won't feel so cheesy."
Evelyn felt like her head was about to start smoking. He used to be so innocent and awkward, like a clumsy puppy who would wag his tail and circle her all day. All she had to do was pat his head, and he would gaze at her with big, shining eyes. But now, he had evolved into a smart and cunning wolf. He made no secret of his possessiveness and love. He seemed to wish he could bare his fangs and claws at any moment to devour her whole.
"Alright, I'll try to get used to it. But you can't call me that in front of other people." 'Otherwise, I'll die of embarrassment right then and there.'
Ronan nodded. "Okay. Whatever you say, darling."
