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Chloe

I blinked twice, looking at his stunned face.

Facing him, I asked, "What did you say?" unsure if I had heard correctly.

"I said you'd make a great Luna," he replied nervously, scratching the back of his head.

"No," I cut him off. "What did you call me?"

I saw him get nervous, glancing at our feet and scratching the back of his head. "Uh... Rory," he answered timidly, as if he had just committed a serious crime.

"It's the first time you've called me by my nickname," I whispered, more to myself than to him.

"Actually, I've wanted to call you that since I heard Max do it," he said. "But I won't if you don't like it."

"No... please, don't stop calling me Rory. I love the sound of it coming from your voice," I confessed, and I swear, his face lit up like the Fourth of July.

"Rory... You're mine. Rory," he said before pecking my lips. "I'm yours, just as you are mine... Wolfie," I said between kisses. His body rumbled with laughter.

"What's so funny?" I asked, amused by his sweet laug