“I kept you out late tonight, so…I guess it would be nice to let you sleep in – can I come by around noon?” he asked, tilting his head and trying to catch my eyes.
I nodded and tried to smile as I daringly looked up at him. He smiled shyly back at me. “Sweet dreams.”
I shook my head no. “Don’t dream.”
“Ever?” he asked in a concerned tone.
“Never,” I said, slyly trying to break the anticipation of the moment.
He slowly reached his hand for my face and let his thumb gently trace across my cheekbone. “They’ll come back,” he whispered slowly, letting his hand fall. He looked down, then stepped away.
I stood stunned for a moment; when I looked up, he was almost to the door. He looked over his shoulder and smiled before disappearing into the darkness.