I think I talk too much

We were laying in bed talking. OK, maybe I was the one doing the talking. I tend to ramble off about stuff that has to do with my friends, generally gossip. I can't help it, I find it juicy, but I learned, the hard way, that he doesn't.

I think I was talking about how a friend had just broken up with her boyfriend and they were still seeing each other. I was telling him how amazed I was that they could still see each other, even though they both knew that one of them was dating another person. I was so into my monologue that I was caught off guard when his hand reached over and covered my mouth. Yes, his hand was covering my mouth while he said, "tell me more."

"How can I tell you more if you are covering my mouth?" I mumbled. He laughed and took his hand off. He quickly apologizing for having done that, while he swore that it had been a mistake. "Sorry honey, I meant to do something else."

"What did you mean to do instead?" I asked, pissed off... He couldn't answer. So I guess he really did mean to shut me up, one way or another.