You are with your fake boyfriend, working on a project together.

'Pass me the glue, Laurence.' You demand roughly, you latch your hand out, waiting for him to put the glue stick in your hand.

'I don't have all day, hello?' You grit through your teeth impatiently, you turn your head to stare at him, he crosses his arms as he leans on the chair, with that handsome smirk on his face.

You look at his hand, he is holding the glue stick in his hand, this son of a bitch.

'Give it to me!' You roar, pulling his hand, ripping the glue stick from his hand, but he's too strong for you.

"Don't call me that."

'Laurence? Why? Everyone calls you that, it's your name.' Your shrug, not realizing what's bothering him.

"You're not everyone, you're my future wife. So call me what you would call your future husband."