'Good luck.' Wyatt replied in a calm tone. My eyes lit up, and I couldn't help the beam that spilled past my lips.

I guess I was the one thinking too much; Wyatt didn't put it in mind. After all, his voice is extremely calm. 'Wyatt.'

'En, babe.' He calmly replied.

'Frightened me.' I complained and pouted my lips in grievance.

Wyatt chuckled. 'Just thinking of various positions for our upcoming one-year stand.' He calmly replied. I knew he purposely said this.

Wyatt is subtly telling me that even though his voice was calm and he had just wished me good luck, he was still thinking about the one-year-stand. He'll...