“You know I always know when you’ve touched my phone, no?” he says, one eye open as he adjusts so his head rests on her fidgeting arm.
“I know. I know when you’re not sleeping. Your snoring stops.” she giggles.
“I don’t snore.”
“Yeah, right. I was half awake because of your incessant snoring.”
“What have I told you about throwing big words at me in the morning?”
“I don’t even want to go there now. I wanted to see which new witch is trying to cast a spell on you, currently.”
“I tell you all about them, don’t I ? And I tell you what I reply also.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Well, this is me.” she says, her lower lip quivering.
“Aw. Don’t do that now.”
“You trust me, no?”
“Always.” he replies
“And I, you. Like the song – “Forever trusting who we are.” she replies, kissing the top of his head, taking in the stale cigarette smoke that never failed to remind her of home.
“For someone who claims to be a bookworm, you do know your Metal. You should know this one too, from my next Metallica song – “Wherever I may roam…”
“Where I lay my head is home.” she completes his sentence for him, adjusting his head on her lap. “For someone who claims not to have a heart, you do know exactly what to say to melt one.”