My lips was apart but I couldn't say anything. It wasn't because I found it creepy, but it's because I'm embarrassed thinking about how bad things he had seen. I'm really not the type of sleeper who is very elegant when sleeping, you know. I often move around my bed and sometimes, I even fall on the floor. And there are also times that I sleeptalk which is really embarrassing for him to witness.
"I never touched you, though," he added when he noticed my silence.
I shook my head, my eyes looking down at the pillow in my lap. I couldn't dare look at him.
"That's not it, Carter. What have you seen while I'm sleeping? Tell me honestly. Were there nights that you were around and I fell on my bed? I sleeptalk? I keep on rolling like I'm dancing on the bed?"
There was silence.I was curious as to why he wasn't saying anything so I had no choice but to look at him. The corners of his lips were up and I could sense that he was suppressing a chuckle.