Diane reclined into Kurt's warm arms as he lovingly stroked her smooth, silky hair. The rain, which had not yet ceased to fall, had begun making its effect on Kurt. His eyelids became increasingly heavy as his entire body lay comfortably and contently beside Diane. He leaned over into her ear.

"Sweet dreams, Dee. I love you," he whispered.

Diane smiled without opening her eyes. "Kurt?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't call me 'Dee'."

"Yes, dear."