“Did you know you talk in your sleep?”
At Jeremy’s question, I jerk my gaze away from the early morning views outside my window and turn to face him.
He’s wearing a fresh white T-shirt, though he’s still in the same blue jeans he was wearing the night before.
“Do I?” I ask, trying to sound as if I’m not terrified by the thought of what I might have said.
In the same casual voice, he taps his fingers on the wheel and shoots me a glance. “You seemed to be having a nightmare.”
Oh s**t.
I’m surprised he didn’t mention it when we woke early that morning.
I remember waking to find Jeremy studying me with an inscrutable look on his face, and I had the sense he’d been awake for a while.
He must have been thinking about telling me then.
Only, he didn’t. He asked if I wanted to use the bath
