“I don’t know,” he whispered.

I shifted my position so I was now straddling his legs, and looked straight into his piercingly red eyes while holding his face delicately, “Don’t leave me… ever, even to save my life, I can’t stand to be away from you.”

Em ambled into the room, heaved a big sigh, and flopped onto the seat next to the couch Jazz and I were on. 

“What are you two watching here?” he asked.

“Oh, The Phantom of the Opera,” I answered.

“Hm. Is it any good?”

“Yeah, so far, anyway. Now, be quiet, I want to watch.”

This was my time to think as well as watch the movie.