Not a perchance

She’d had rather too much to drink to manage to get into bed without waking him, but, eyes closed, he was still awake anyway. How could he possibly sleep knowing what she’d been up to? Nonetheless, he said nothing. That was unusual.

“You awake?” she asked, slurring a little, expecting his regular articulation of love for her. “Love you too.” She managed her part of the normal exchange, assuming his.

With no reply, she assumed he must be sleeping, so turned away from him to let the wine whisk her away too.

Just as she was dropping off, he spoke.