“What are you waiting for?” “It’s no fun if you expect it,” he answers, striding into the darkness. “Now, get back to bed before your wingleader realizes you’re out after curfew.” “What?” I gawk after him. “You’re my wingleader!” But he’s already disappeared into the shadows, leaving me talking to myself like a fool.
ehehehehehehehee!!! I love how playful he is!!!
