Voltaire was awake almost all night. He was trying to sort out his thoughts about laying his cards on the table with Scarlett. He was practically weary for the sun to show up so the morning would arrive soon. He was staring at the digital clock on the wall when sleep caught up with him. It was 3:48 when he was defeated to close his eyes and join Scarlett in a peaceful slumber.
“V! V! Wake up!” A female voice whispered so close to him. Scarlett decided, along with their playful talk last night, that his name was too long, so she would call him V for a nickname. A name only she calls him.
He was still half asleep when he realized Scarlett was trying to wake him up in a hushed manner.
“What’s going on?” Voltaire quickly got up. His eyes were still reddish as he must have been asleep for
