“No.” Yvan glances down and shakes his head. Then he looks back up and locks his eyes on to mine. “You did.” I gulp. “I did?” The words come out faint and strained. “Was I snoring?” “You talk in your sleep.” We’re both uncomfortably quiet for a long moment. “What did I say?” I whisper, mortified. He averts his gaze. “You said my name a few times.”
