At the end of the day, we retire into our separate rooms that night.

While I'm in my room, on my bed, I find it difficult to sleep or relax. I become very restless, and soon I'm out of the bed, creeping down the hallway and pushing his door open.

I don't care about the consequences because all I need desperately is to be with him.

The moment he hears the creaking of the door, he jolts up, looking in the doorway where I stand.

For a moment, he looks startled. "Hazel, what are you ...