As we stood around the kitchen the next morning, it was bugging me what Noah said last night. Sexy rugby star. How did he know that’s what I called him? I had I let that slip at some point, I really don't remember.
He was grinning like crazy the whole time he was making breakfast. Singing away to himself as I tried to busy myself with some cleaning as we are getting furniture delivered today.
“Why you grinning?” I had to ask, it was beginning to get annoying.
“No reason baby. Just happy” he said smiling to me as he dished up some scrambled eggs. I nodded my head and climbed up onto the worktop to eat.
“You know you talk in your sleep?” he ask out of the blue.
“No I didn’t. Did I wake you?” I asked, now worried about what I could have said. I never knew I talked in my sleep. God,
