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“You talked in your sleep,” I said. His brow furrowed. “I did?” “Yeah.” I smiled wryly. “What did I say?” “You whispered ‘come on Eileen.’” A grin spread across his face. “What do you think you wanted me to do?” I asked, tilting my head. “The same thing I always want you to do. I want you to look at me the way you look at mustard.” — Abby Jimenez
You talked in your sleep,” I said. His brow furrowed. “I did?” “Yeah.” I smiled wryly. “What did I say?” “You whispered ‘come on Eileen.’” A grin spread across his face. “What do you think you wanted me to do?” I asked, tilting my head. “The same thing I always want you to do. I want you to look at me the way you look at mustard.