Cuffed By Love
He declares, raising a brow, and I smirk.
“Actually, one other person hears it too,” I admit, chewing my lip, and he watches me questioningly. “Wyatt, he hears it when I’m with BoB.”
“Bob? Who the hell is Bob?”
I fight back the urge to laugh when he glares at me. “My other boyfriend,” I tell him with a shrug.