Maybe it was the hangover but I couldn’t figure out how he could be making sense, I agreed with him at the same time I thought he was sweet when just two and a half weeks ago all he said I would have thought was wrong.
“I’m not up to conversation,” I shared.
“You up to bacon and eggs?”
I fought back a gag and groaned, “No.”
Tack grinned then advised, “Babe, food is good for a hangover.”
I fought back another gag and ordered, “Stop talking about food.”
“Okay,” he agreed. “You want coffee?”
“I could do coffee. And aspirin.”
“Then I’ll get you coffee and aspirin,” he muttered.
“Thanks, honey,” I muttered back and his eyes locked on mine.
“I color your world.”
I blinked and my heart stopped.
How did he…?
Oh crap! I told him!
Drunk, in the middle of great sex, I told him!
Ohmigod!
“I –”
“I was right. You were asleep but you were dreamin’. You dream in black and white, babe. I gave you color. Now, you’re awake.”
“Tack –”
“You admitted it.”
“Tack, please –”
“You were drunk, wet, hot and way the f**k turned on but you still admitted it.”
I did and the way he was looking at me, his blue eyes drilling into mine, I couldn’t deny it.
And also, it was true.
Damn.
“I’m in no state so can we not talk about this?” I requested.
“Yeah, we can not talk about this. Just want it confirmed you get that you gave that to me.”
“I get that I gave that to you,” I whispered, powerless to do anything but.
“Okay, baby, then now I’ll confirm that you get what it means to me.”
I stayed silent and stared.