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12. He Wants to Win an Argument

He's laughing now, and it feels unfair. He's so sure that he's winning that I really want to push his buttons, want to make him admit what he refuses to even when all the evidence is right there. Because I'm right and he's wrong, and one of these days he's going to have to admit to it.

"You did!"

"I did not."

I open my mouth to speak, but he interrupts me.

"Iris, I have never liked the name Streak. I've always preferred the name Flash."

"Not when you forgot who you were!"

"I wasn't really me!"

"Oh, then who were you, huh?" I tease, and he leans in the same time I do.

"Bart," he says, then kisses me before I can respond.

Once I've recovered from the buzz of his kiss, I attempt a pout. I'm going in for the kill now and unsure what the result will be, but I'm prepared for the worst. A hurt Barry Allen.

"You just don't like it because I'm the one who came up with it."

His smile caves in, and I worry I've gone too far.

"Iris, you know that's not true."

"Isn't it?" I attempt to sniffle.

He pulls me into his arms, and I realize then and there I am an excellent actress.

"I'd have taken your last name if you wanted me to," he says, nuzzling against my neck and sending chills down my spine. "Besides, you like the name Flash better too."

"What makes you say that?" I ask, toes curling as my eyes close from his ministrations. I bite my bottom lip to hold in a moan.

"The second I suggested it you changed the name on all your articles and never mentioned the name Streak again until we talked about it on Jitters' rooftop."

I sigh.

"Caught red-handed, I guess."

"And with more than a few marks, I think," he murmurs against my skin, directly following the words with a hard nibbling near my sweet spot.

I can't decide whether to be baffled or turned on by the fact that my husband is giving me a hickey.

I do make a mental note to set out a turtleneck for the morning though.

A woman has her standards.