Horrid blisters from a burn on my hand.
"I really wish you would use my fucking name."
Cranky. So damn cranky when he has not enough sleep.
"Sorry, Christopher." I'm tired to, but a fucking sweetheart.
"Christ J. My name is not Christopher. It's Christian. On second thought, C. is better than that." He grimaces as I laugh. "I still prefer Chris."
"I'm not cranky."
"Of course not."
"I love these pet names" He flips me off. Good thing he's hot.