"Well," She answered, faintly, vaguely, her hand still pressed against his burning chest. He pressed her even tighter, their bodies tightly together, and he whispered in her ear: "Warm."
This time, his voice was very long, as if it had a certain flavor.
"Yes."
Thinking that the answer was too small for him to hear, she responded a little louder this time. He only smiled, and the other hand gently rubbed her short hair on her head.
"Warm." He called her name in a soft voice again, as if she was addicted to it.
This time, Emmy finally realized that this guy was so bored that it was fun to call her by her name. In fact, nothing happened.
She turned to look at him unhappily and glared at him. "James, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't always call me by my name here, okay?" Seeing her puff up her cheeks in anger and look as cute as an angry little girl, He smiled instead of getting angry.
