"You're tellin' me, I had a mouthful of it. It's like sucking soap." It really had been gross tasting, but it had been worth it to get those noises out of Sam. He was pretty proud of himself for that. He'd just have to get the chance to do it again, when Sam was least suspecting of him doing anything.
He chuckled a bit, feeling he handle of his knife under his pillow, and a soft yawn escaped him before he buried his face in the pillow. "I'll pick something up tomorrow, after I check in with Kevin one more time."
He was sure things would be weird and awkward in the morning but for now, things seemed right.