Dove
"You're hearing things," Bucky tried to play it off with a goofy smile as he shook his head. "I'm sure you're exhausted."
"Don't make me think I'm crazy," I argued as I held onto the material of his blazer tighter. "You said you fell in love with your assistant and that can't be Miley because you're gay. I'm your assistant. Me, Dove Tito Elizondo, your creative assistant. I'm the only other assistant you have."
"Dove," he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me then pressed a kiss to my lips probably in an effort to try to distract me.
"You love me," I beamed and let out a hysterical laugh, "You love me!"
"Dove, the whole yacht will hear you," he tried to hold onto me but I had already slipped out of his arms and was hopping around the deck with a loud cheer.
