LAURA'S POV

"We can't do it again. I'm someone's daughter, Mr. Funch," I stated, and he threw his head backward as he laughed crazily.

"I'm someone's son too, love," he replied, and I smiled.

"What's with you and these sweet names? The last time I checked, you hated me," I remarked, arms folded and eyebrows raised.

"I was protecting myself from actually letting my feelings for you control me," he answered, kissing my temple.

"So you never hated me?" I inquired, playing with my fingers.

"I can ...