"Silly girl, I only have one girlfriend, and that's you. If I'm not thinking for you, who else would I be thinking for?" James Anderson said gently.
Girlfriend? Happiness spread through Helen Blair as she tightened her embrace around him.
The whole day was spent at home, without going out.
They cuddled together on the large couch in the living room, with James sitting down and Helen laying on his lap, whispering lowly to each other about what had happened during their time apart.
"My spoken language isn't very good. During debates in class, I often have so much to say but don't know how to express it, while the others are like machine guns, bombarding me until I'm sweating bullets. To avoid embarrassment, I acted cool and aloof."
Helen laughed, imagining James trying to act cool despite his discomfort. "Brother James, you're such a cunning fox. What happened after that?"