Have you thought about it? She sat up.
About what?
She touched his face with her finger tips. The next moment he felt the velvet touch of her lips pass over his brow.
About what? He repeated.

“Honey, why are you calling me so late?” he sounded worried as she had never before called at such odd hour.
What could she tell him, if she didn’t know herself why she was calling. It just hit her that she needed to hear his voice.

Jenny rolled over and over in her bed, muttering in sleep, moaning and groaning. It lasted for another hour till she finally woke up. It seemed like those few hours of sleep took its toll on her. Her pale face witnessed the agitation she felt.

“One bottle, two bottle, three bottle,” Andy counted examining unfamiliar labels.
“Bottles.” Miley corrected.
“What?”
“Three bottles. Plural,” she explained without looking at him. She just had taken up plurals at school.

He looked at her as she asked and could not really figure what her problem was. She was perfect. Her composed face reflected a quiet essence of maturity and confidence.

I love you, he whispered. She was sleeping and couldn’t reply but he knew she felt the same. He kissed her gently on her cheek and left the room casting one more glance at the sleeping angel. His angel.

“Do you think it is normal to talk to yourself?” Stella asked looking at Jason out of the corners of her eyes.
“Ummm…” Jason seemed to be amused with her facial expression.