I stayed up, waiting for him to come back already. It was 2:21 in the morning. I was holding onto every second. I heard the tapping again. I hurried over to the window to let him in.
"Excited aren't we?" He announced.
"Welcome back," I greeted. I noticed that he had something in his hand.
"What's in your hand?" I asked, feeling very worried.
He smiled, "chill, it's just a book." He shut the window behind him.
"What book?" I asked, feeling very relieved.
"To Kill a Mockingbird . I think you'll like it, Adeline." I loved the way he said my name. I could listen to him say it a million times.
I laid down on him under the covers of my bed.
"Atticus was feeble: he was nearly fifty. When Jem and I asked him why he was so old, he said he got started late, which we felt reflected upon his abilities and manliness. He was much older than the parents of our school contemporaries, and there was nothing Jem or I could say about him when our classmates said, 'My father – '" Calum began. He voice was raspy and soothing at the same time.
"You look so beautiful when you're half awake, Adeline." He whispered into my ear, kissing me gently on top of my forehead.
I smiled with a yawn. "Continue," I pleaded, dying just to hear his voice more.
He yawned, "'Your father's right,' she said. 'Mockingbirds don't do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don't eat up people's gardens, don't nest in corncribs, they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.'"
He voice began to fade, as I began to doze off.
I dreamed of him.
I mean, who was this boy? The boy I let see me almost fully naked?
My feelings were too deep for him...
