❝ I wanted to be clever and give you a bomb nickname, Brie. That seems like a sweet helpful gesture but ‘M a little afraid that you’ll run off with it and hold it HOSTAGE. And I can assure you, you don’t wanna be chased by a Samoan hound, do ya? ❞ His skull inclines and a daring smirk is plastered upon his lips.
“Well, you keep thinking about that bomb nickname then, Roman. Until then, maybe I’ll just –” Here, she puts her fingers on the title and strokes it slowly, arching an eyebrow at the male in front of her before giggling softly. “I don’t know, being chased by any sort of hound sounds kinda…fun.” She smirks, licking her lips subconsciously before stepping back.