His laughter makes my face go hot. "You want to know my name? That's different." He strolls down the sidewalk, presumably to his place, and I follow with fake confidence.

"Different bad, or...?"

"Different like names aren't really necessary for what we're about to do."

Now I'm laughing, "Then what name do I scream in the throes of passion?"

He looks at me, biting his lip to hold back giggles. "I guess you can call me whatever you want."

"So baby, babe, shawty, boo, maybe bae if I'm feeling right, or how-"

"It's Charles!" His laughter makes my heartbeat quicken.