"I need you to rest, Matty, you've been studying your ass off these past couple of days so you deserve to rest and sleep."
"Okay," he whispered. "I'm guilty because I'm busy at school so I don't have much time for you. I know you're so bored here in your house and I'm always gone."
him practically difficult to tolerate. It's strange, very very strange.
I know her for barely two days, and here I am, burning in the aftershocks of a ferocious bolt of jealousy against some regular employee of Fabindia, who isn't even significantly physically attractive. Disgusting!
But there is something so very beautiful about this feeling of her dozing off soundly beside me in this car. Something that gives a strong emotional tug at the corner of my heart and beckons for every romantic feeling and dream
