Dean was still lying on his bed, being treated by Emily. Sometimes, they would still exchange some words, in others would go quiet and fall into awkwardness. They couldn't maintain a conversation for too long.
Anyway, that chitchat was only to prepare the mood for the questions that they wanted to ask each other. After all, they had still a lot of doubts regarding one another. In truth, they didn't take even a second of their day during that last week to talk properly.
'This strange sensation on my heart is making me act out of the usual. I am feeling a bit uneasy. It isn't a pleasant sensation... I mean, sometimes it is...'
Dean wondered if that was what others called love. Nonetheless, he didn't have any reason to fall in love with Emily instead of her beautiful face. Other than looks, he didn't care about anything regarding Emily.
