We had an argument…
“I’m never sleeping with you again!”
“Why?” hurt tone in voice…
“Because you tossed and turned all night long and yelled out in your sleep and coughed and cleared your throat and I had to go downstairs at four a.m. to sleep on the couch and I couldn’t sleep and I have to work today and it’s gonna be nasty…” angry mean voice…
“I did not toss and turn all night.”
“You did too toss and turn all night and you kept yelling out ‘Yes!’ ‘Bring it here!’ Bring what here?”
“I don’t know because I didn’t yell that out!”
“Yes you did!”
“No I didn’t and you’re really crabby.”
“Well you’d be crabby too if you had to sleep with someone who thrashes around all night long!”
“I don’t thrash.”
“You do thrash.”
Disappear into shower to cool off. Step out of shower. Naked. Man there kissing me.
“You do realize that by kissing me, you’re taking your life in your hands.”
“Yeah, well, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
“If I wasn’t late for work already, I’d make you pay.”
“Sounds interesting…”
How can you stay angry at a man like this?
*Currently reading - Defeat the Darkness, by Alexis Morgan. I think this is book six of her Paladins of Darkness series. I feel about as cantankerous as her wounded hero, Hunter Fitzsimon. Do you know that ‘fitz’ means ’son of’, so a name like Fitzsimon in real life would mean son of Simon? Trivia…
