A quick romp in the sheets, some cuddling, and lots of sweet nothings whispered later, and Tara asked Antonio on a yawn, “I still don’t get what you said about Chloe.”
He sighed discreetly. He really shouldn’t have brought up the subject earlier. “Don’t worry about it, cariña,” he told her softly, while drawing patterns on the back of her hand. “It’ll all be fine. Sleep now.”
“Uh-hum,” she let out in agreement before yawning anew.
“Good night, amor,” she told him.
“Good night, cariña,” was his simple response before spooning her.
Her dreams weren’t pleasing it would seem, for she turned and tossed in her sleep.
She woke up with a startled gasp leaving her lips, “Antonio!”
“It’s okay,” he soothed her gently stroking her face. “I’m right here.”
“Promise you will always be by m
