She was Steve's middle school classmate, Susan Green.
Jealous, I bit my lip and tried to leave through the back door, but Steve blocked me at the stairway.
Standing in front of me, he gently asked, "Nancy, are you upset?"
The atmosphere was extremely ambiguous.
I turned my face away to avoid looking at him, but he seemed to confirm something and sighed in relief, saying, "If I don't confront you, would you plan on having a secret crush on me forever?"
Blushing, I called him a narcissist.
While the stairway was empty, he kissed me on the cheek and boldly said, "Nancy, let's start a relationship. I am yours, forever."
The romantic words of the young boy were passionate.
Blushing, I began a secret relationship with him.
He didn't like it when I called him by his full name, so I had to coax him. "Stevie, don't be mad."
From then on, the nickname became a magical switch.
Whenever I said it, Steve would enter a mode of complete submission.
He was a perfect boyfriend.
After graduating from college, I never called him that again.
After all, we got married right after graduation, and the term of endearment changed to 'honey'.
Now hearing the nickname again, Steve froze in place.