I put myself to cama at 10:30 pm, nrmal time for me, after having a cup of chá and watching an unaccurated medical drama. But, I was woken 2 hours later with a violent wood-on-wood rapping at my door.
Piss off...I got up, completely forgetting to put on my robe. I arrived at the door and there he was... My emotions were mixed but I let him in anyways.
"What do you want House?"
"I wanted to talk to you,"
"And it couldn't have waited till you saw me at work?" Oops, bad move.
"I thought you said that you wanted me to annoy you today so I wouldn't annoy you tomorrow?"
"Seriously, what do you want?" I said gesturing towards the couch.
"I want to know why you were composição literária what you were composição literária today, well yesterday,"
"Oh, c'mon, House,"
"What?"
"You know why!"
"What do you mean?"
"Stop playing ga-" I started, but before I could finish he has pressed his lips to mine in a caring kiss of affection.
no Lisa no I started pushing him off.
"I need to know this isn't one of your silly games to get into cama with me," I put my hand on his.
He stared into my eyes and thats all the confirmation I needed. I could see that in those eyes he did care for me...
I pulled him in close for all my dreams come true...