“Unless I beg?” she asked, cocking her head. Her hands came up to cup his jaw and she gave him a smug smile. “Come now, Craw. I know you can’t keep that ultimatum up.”
“Sure,” she said, nodding before kissing just underneath his jaw. “I mean, imagine if I were to try to stop kissing you. It just wouldn’t work.”
“Names are overrated, Craw,” she replied. “I’m actually very hurt that you don’t have a nickname for me.”
“You’ve never referred to me as Medic. It’s always been Poppy, or Miss Abernathy if you’re being cheeky.”