Renee
“Hey,” I said when I answered the phone, trying to sound casual.
“Just got home,” he said, his voice low and warm. “Didn't wanna sleep without hearing your voice again.”
I bit my lips, trying not to smile too wide. “You’re sweet,” I murmured a little too low while lying down on my bed in the darkness of my room.
We talked for a while— about how perfect the dinner was and how perfect the night was. How he perfectly planned a quiet and romantic ambiance for the dinner date.
His voice got sleepier by the minute, a little slower, a little softer.
“You're tired?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “But I didn't wanna sleep without saying goodnight.”
My chest felt warm. “Goodnight,” I said gently. “Sleep well.”
“I’ll try,” he replied, “but I will probably just gonna dream about y
