"Hey, my angel," he replied gently and my cheeks suddenly turned red as I looked into his blue eyes.

Images danced before my inner eye.

That's what he called me this morning.

When I hugged and comforted him.

When he revealed his worst experiences to me and sincerely apologized.

The fact that he called me that name again sounded almost intimate to me and my heart skipped a beat.

It sounded so familiar.

And also pretty embarrassing, if I was honest.

"How was your day?" he asked and I answered embarrassedly: "Pretty good, and yours?"

"He's getting better now," he smiled kindly.

Oh damn.

Was he flirting with me?

Breathe...