Nathan gave her a curious look. "You want me to tell you a story?"
"Well, yes." Crystal smiled nervously. "We can move to the bedroom, and when you're done, we should be able to fall asleep."
Nathan smiled, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and said, "If it is a story that you want, then a story it shall be."
The couple moved to the bedroom, and once they were comfortable, Nathan began his story: "When I was sixteen, I had a cat that I liked very much. One winter day, the cat fell into the water. We thought that the cat was dead, but then a little girl jumped in to save it. Unfortunately, the cat still died. It froze to death."
"That's a sad story." There were tears in Crystal's eyes. "I guess cats don't have nine lives after all. What was its name?"
"We called her 'I love you," Nathan replied.
"You lie." Crystal rolled her eyes and said, "Nobody names their cat 'I love you."
