That evening when he dropped me off at the palace, I couldn't sleep. I was tossing and turning for the next two hours. I closed my eyes and all I see is Aaron. He was all I could think about. So around two in the morning, I gave up. I grabbed my phone and called him.
"Hello."
Aaron's voice was hoarse when he answered the phone, and now I am chickening out. Maybe I should hang up the phone and—
"Zia, is that you? Is everything okay?" Worry filled his voice.
I heard him trying to clear his throat and the bed creaked a bit. He probably sat up in bed. I even hear the lamp turned on.
"I c-can't sleep."
"What's wrong? Does your tummy hurt? Was it the food we ate at dinner?"
He asked me three questions in a row.
"No. I just can't sleep. I don't know why I'm calling you at this hour.
