“Uh…Wills?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“How did you know my last name? I never told you.” And Vince didn’t know. At least I was pretty sure he didn’t know. As for Paul, he’d promised he’d never tell anyone.
“You talk in your sleep.”
“I…I do?” I handed him a plate with a grilled cheese sandwich—I used pepper jack for that extra kick.
He took a huge bite and chewed enthusiastically.
I worried my lower lip. “What else did I talk about?”
He swallowed, stared at my mouth, and licked his lip. “Nothing. Mostly you just mumble.” He slanted me a look. “Except when you’re gushing about what a great lover you have.”
“I…what…Oh, you!”
He leaned into me and kissed me. His kiss tasted of sweet peppers and jalape?os, and I sighed and decided to let my worries go worry somewhere else and just relish it.
* * * *
Vince was pleased with the job Wills had done, and as a reward, he’d given him the day off. We took advantage of it to have lots of make-up sex.