Aimee

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were obsessed with me, Aibek.” But she doesn’t walk away. “I don’t think you should speak to a prince in that way,” I mock. “Perhaps titles are in order.” I take a step away from her and smile to myself when she follows. “Yeah? Well, my apologies. Which one should I use? Prince? Or pathetic?” I shrug. “You could have called me yours.”
― Caroline Cusanelli, A Liar's Twisted Tongue