You and Cook were close. Really close. More than friends, less than lovers.

The kind of friendship where both knows you're into eachother. Where days after days, you both try to resist to eachother. And slowly failing. Where resisting to eachother's presence, voice, touch, are both driving you crazy.

Tonight, you went out with some of your three girl friends. It was about 1am, and you all wanted to get home. Except, there was NO way you'd all take transports in the middle of the night... So you moved away a bit from your friends and called Kit. The phone was ringing, and then his voice.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?"

You could hear his slight smile through the phone, and you knew he recognized your voice. "Why are you calling me?"

You chuckled slightly but softly. "Why'd you answer?"

"Because i like your voice." He answered. Those words. Almost driving you crazy... Then he continued. "Do you miss me?"

You smiled. "Maybe..." You did missed him. A lot. "Listen, I'm out with my girls right now, but I'm thinking you could come get me." You explained.

He sighed faintly, but you knew he wasn't annoyed. "We're doing this again, yeah?"

"We don't have to."

In his voice, you could hear him smirking, his typical smirk, probably, as always. "Shut up. I'll come now."

Then he hangs up.