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Midnight Whispers between He and She

 Title: Midnight Whispers

[10:30 PM]
Him: Can’t sleep? Or just waiting for me to text first?
Her: Haha, what makes you think I was waiting?
Him: Because I know you. And I also know that if I hadn’t texted, you’d be staring at your screen, pretending not to.

Midnight Whispers between He and She


Her: Bold of you to assume. Maybe I was just busy.
Him: With what? Thinking about me?
Her: Wow, someone’s confident tonight.

[10:40 PM]
Him: Confidence is attractive, isn’t it?
Her: Hmm, depends. Confidence or cockiness?
Him: Let’s just say... I know exactly what I’m doing.
Her: Oh? And what are you doing right now?
Him: Teasing you. And you’re letting me.
Her: I wouldn’t give you that satisfaction.
Him: Oh, but you already have. You’re still replying, aren’t you?

[10:55 PM]
Her: You’re insufferable.
Him: And yet, you love it.
Her: I tolerate it. Big difference.
Him: Keep telling yourself that.
Her: Ugh, why do I even talk to you?
Him: Because you like me.
Her: I—
Him: Go on, say it.
Her: I’m going to sleep.
Him: No, you’re not.

[11:10 PM]
Her: Okay, maybe not yet.
Him: See? You just needed me to admit it first.
Her: Admit what?
Him: That we have this thing. The kind where even silence between us is... something.
Her: …Maybe.
Him: Maybe? That’s the best you’ve got?
Her: Keep talking, and I might upgrade it to a ‘probably.’
Him: Deal.

[11:30 PM]
Him: What are you thinking right now?
Her: That you ask too many questions.
Him: And yet, you answer all of them.
Her: Maybe I like the conversation.
Him: Maybe you like me.
Her: Back to that again?
Him: Until you admit it, yes.
Her: sigh Okay. Maybe I do... a little.
Him: Finally. My charm worked.
Her: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
Him: Oh, but I will. Because now, I’m picturing you blushing.
Her: Stop it.
Him: Not a chance.

He: You know, your smile should come with a warning.

She: Oh really? And why is that?

He: Because it’s dangerously distracting. I swear, every time you smile, the whole world fades away, and I can only see you.

She: Haha, is that so? What if I stop smiling?

He: Then I’ll have to do whatever it takes to bring it back. Tickles, jokes, or maybe even holding your hand just to see if that makes you blush too.

She: Holding hands? That’s bold!

He: What can I say? Some risks are worth taking. Besides, I have a feeling your hands would fit perfectly in mine.

She: Hmm… maybe. But what if they don’t?

He: Then I guess I’ll just have to hold them a little longer to find out.

She: You have an answer for everything, don’t you?

He: Not everything… For example, I have no answer for why my heartbeat speeds up every time I talk to you.

She: Awww, that’s cute. Maybe you should see a doctor?

He: I don’t think a doctor can help. The only cure is… you staying close to me.

She: Smooth. But tell me, what else do you feel when I’m around?

He: I feel like time slows down, like every moment with you is something I want to capture forever. Like even in a crowded room, it’s just you and me.

She: That’s beautiful… You’re making me smile again.

He: Mission accomplished. But you know, I’d love to hear what you feel when I’m around.

She: Hmm… I feel like I can be myself. Like I don’t have to try too hard, and I don’t have to be perfect. I feel safe… and maybe a little excited too.

He: Excited, huh? Tell me more.

She: Well… maybe I like the way you make me laugh. Maybe I like the way you say my name. Maybe I like the way you make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.

He: That’s because, to me, you are.

She: You really know how to steal a girl’s heart, don’t you?

He: I don’t want to steal it—I want you to give it to me willingly.

She: And what if I already did?

He: Then I promise to keep it safe, always.

[11:45 PM]
Her: Okay, fine. You win. Happy?
Him: Ecstatic.
Her: You’re impossible.
Him: And yet, you can’t seem to let go of this conversation.
Her: Maybe because I don’t want to.
Him: Neither do I.
Her: …So what now?
Him: Now? You get some sleep. But not before I say goodnight in a way that’ll make you dream of me.
Her: Oh? And what way is that?
Him: Goodnight, beautiful. Sweet dreams… about me.
Her: smirks Goodnight, troublemaker.

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