And I hated it when he made sense.
But I wasn’t ready to give in. “I can’t talk about this now. I need sleep then I need to get back to the hotel.”
“Yeah, you need to do both of those things but you can do them after you agree to see somebody.”
“Creed –”
”Sylvie.”
I fell silent.
He did, too.
We stared at each other in the dark.
God! I wished I was more patient.
“Fine,” I snapped.
I felt his body relax which sucked because I hadn’t noticed how tense he was. His tenseness communicated eloquently that my dreams were bothering him, maybe even more than they bothered me and that didn’t suck. That sucked huge.
“Good,” he muttered.
Whatever.
“Will you get off me so I can sleep?” I requested.
“Sure,” he agreed, his voice lighter, the smooth back in it. He tipped his head and touched his mouth to mine before he moved off me.
I was tucked close before I made my effort to save face after giving in.
“You know, you’re a pain in the ass.”
“Yeah, I know,” he informed me. “My kids tell me that shit all the time, though they use different words. And they say it when I make decisions based on the fact that I love them and I want them to live the best life they can even if that row is hard to hoe. Don’t give a shit when they gripe. Won’t give a shit when you do either.”
Again.
Whatever.
“You can stop talking now,” I invited.
“Wasn’t me who broke the silence by tellin’ you that you’re a pain in my ass.”
I decided to take his anorexically veiled meaning and try silence.
Creed wasn’t done.
“Though, just sayin’, you’re also a pain in my ass.”
“You’re still talking,” I pointed out.
He stopped talking but his body started moving and I knew he was silently chuckling.
A-freaking-gain.
Whatever!
I was too annoyed to notice that even after the dream, Creed had led me so far from its residue, I fell right to sleep.