“And did you give him one?” I asked with an evil leer that Stephie couldn’t see because of where I was standing.“No. Maybe some other time!”...she said with another wink.“I’m still waiting to be greeted properly!” I said, tapping my foot.“Don’t hold your breath, Yankee. We’re both really comfortable here!” Stephie teased.“Fine!” I said, sighing theatrically. “Shall I make some dinner?”“Yeah, you’re useful that way. Let us know when it’s ready!” Elyse said with a silly smile.I smiled and went to. She had to look solemn and important. She shifted every few moments, allowing her medal and gold sheet to reflect the sunlight, for anyone watching to see. Instead of melting her gold, the librarian had decided to keep it as security. He had used one of the library’s blank gold sheets for the copy, which she now carried in a glass box. The librarian had refused to keep her medal, though. The Emperor himself had placed it around her neck, and that was where it belonged. ‘This way,’ he had said,. There was healthy as well and unhealthy flirting going on day and night; one could easily guess from our chats that sexual tension was increasing day by day. Although we never openly confessed that we needed each other badly, it was clear from the chat that we did. I mean when a girl says she wants to hangout with you, drink at your place and would not even mind sleeping in the same bed with you … only a dumb would not get such hints. I too used to ask her questions like what is her favourite. She had written, “I know I’m supposed to love Jeremy. I have to love him. I was pregnant. He didn’t have to marry me. He didn’t have to take on the responsibility of raising my baby. I wasn’t even sure Samantha was his until we’d had her DNA done for something related to school. He loves me. I have to love him. Oh, I do love him, just not that way, more like a brother or a very close friend. I know I’ll be forever grateful.” I put the loose-leaf down. I looked over at the photograph we’d done.