"Hello?" Her voice is hoarse, and I'm not convinced she's awake. I wonder if she talks in her sleep.

I grin as I tell her that I've had Henry deliver her breakfast. I hear her shuffling, probably getting out of bed. I can't stop myself from asking her if she's wearing my shirt. I left it out for her on purpose, just so that I could think about her wearing it. There's nothing better than a mental image. I don't mean to tell her though.

I frown as I hear myself saying, "I like ...