"...Did I say that?"

I was taken aback, if it weren't for him holding my hand, I would probably point to my nose and question whether I had said that.

Wasn't I just ranting in my stomach?

Confused, I can't remember.

He had already turned off the lamp by my bedside, and then he lay down next to me, his breathing heavy but steady.

He chuckled softly,

"Go to sleep, I'm not a brute. You've been on the plane for so long today and still have the energy to trouble me. I won't touch you tonight, let's wait until after this show, wife, then I'll make it up to you...