So when he talks to her next late at night, the conversation had only been at ten minutes long when he said, “Alright Love, I’ve got to cut these shorter. You’re expensive.”
“But,” she had started, and Harry could hear the pout in her voice, “, you’re my favorite call of the night.”
Harry’s heart did this thing that it really shouldn’t with a girl he’s never actually met.
“Okay,” he murmured low, “We can talk for a little longer.”