Thirty fifth night:
❝Hey...❞
"Why are you whispering?"
❝Because my mom is awake...❞
"Then why did you call?"
❝Because I can...❞
She grinned, holding back a laugh.
❝I miss you, okay? It's been what? Two weeks?❞
"One and a half, to be exact..."
❝Well, I miss you...there, said it.❞
"And I like you, there, said it..."
His bedroom door opened, his mother appearing and turning on the lights.
The line went dead and he didn't have time to reply her confession.
He cursed loudly in his head.