Chocolates

Maga

“So, Celine, I guess I will meet you tonight,” I told Celine once everyone left the room except June and me.

“Sure, and Scar, don't forget to bring me some chocolates when you come to meet me next time,” Celine said.

“I don't think you should be eating a lot of sweets, Cee,” I said, and the moment those words left my mouth, a pillow flew my way and smacked me on my face.

“What the hell, Cee?” I screamed at her.

“I am the one lying on a hospital bed, so you better get me those chocolates. And if you come here without them, I will tell Ashton how you talk in your sleep about how mouth-watering his abs are and how you want to stare at them all day long.” Celine threatened, and my face went as red as a pomegranate.

“I don't talk in my sleep!” I burst out and tried to defend my honor, maybe I do have those thoughts, but they are just thoughts.