It was late when Sabrina returned home from class and the house was dark when she entered. Figuring Patrick had gone to bed, she quietly put her things down and grabbed a snack from the kitchen. Exhausted from her long day, Sabrina ate quickly and then made her way up the stairs to get ready for bed. However, she was surprised to find Patrick still awake sitting propped up against the headboard when she entered their bedroom. "Oh, hey, I didn't know you were still up."

He put down his portable DVD player, which must have had a surgery playing, and addressed her. "Yeah, I was waiting for you."

Glad that he'd waited up but curious as to why, she asked, "Any particular reason?" as she walked to her dresser and began taking her jewelry off.

"I thought we should talk."

Done taking off her jewelry, Sabrina pulled her ponytail holder out of her hair. As she brushed it, she said, "Not about the baby stuff right? Because I'm really tired…"

"No," he answered as she put her brush down. "About Foster."

"What about Will?"

She was in the middle of changing into her pajamas when Patrick asked, "What did you mean when you said earlier that he didn't tell you he was coming back?"

Sabrina, frozen mid action, asked, "I'm not sure what you mean? As she resumed changing, she continued, "He didn't tell me he was coming the last time we talked and I wondered why."

"So… You've been keeping in touch?"

"Yeah."

Patrick grumpily crossed his arms. "Since when?"

Sabrina walked over to and perched on her side of the bed. "I don't remember, Patrick. He emailed me after we got married to congratulate me and we just kind of kept exchanging emails once or twice a month since."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It just didn't seem like a big deal…" Then she looked at Patrick closely and noticed he was grinding his teeth. "Wait?! Are you jealous?"

"No," he answered quickly. "I just didn't think you'd keep secrets from me."

"It wasn't a secret. I would have told you if you asked. I just honestly didn't think anything of it. Will and I were friends before we got serious and I'm grateful that we can be friends now. It hurt a lot when he left because I'd felt like I'd lost my best friend rather than my boyfriend."

Patrick crossed his arms tighter. "I thought Felix was your best friend. And me."

Sabrina leaned in. "He is and you are. But, back then, you weren't. Will got me through a really rough time, Patrick." Then, she poked at his leg through the bedspread in jest. "Are you sure you aren't jealous? Because it seems to me like you are."

He harrumphed. "I'm not. Foster just has always rubbed me the wrong way. I don't like him."

Sabrina crawled across her side of the bed and leaned over Patrick on her hands and knees. "He's always rubbed you the wrong way, sweetie, because he was interested in me." When Patrick shook his head in denial, Sabrina got determined to get him to admit it, so she leaned closer and murmured, "In fact, I'll bet it ate you alive thinking about him and me being together...naked..."

Sabrina never got to finish her sentence because Patrick uncrossed his arms and reached up and wound his fingers in her hair. He used his grip to yank her down toward him and just before her lips reached his, he growled, "You have no idea."

Later...

Sabrina struggled to get her breathing under control as she climbed off of Patrick and laid down next to him on their bed. "Wow..." was the only thing she managed to get out.

Patrick turned on his side and propped his head up with his elbow. "That's one word to describe it," he said with a huge smile.

Sabrina looked over at him and the reached a hand up to cup his cheek. "Maybe I should get you jealous more often."

He laughed. "We can do that whenever you want. No jealousy necessary."

"Aha! So you admit you're jealous?"

Patrick reached out with his free arm to pull her close and then leaned down to nuzzle her neck. "I admit no such thing."

Sabrina chuckled. "It's okay, dear, you don't have to because I know you are."

He looked up. "How?"

"Because you're acting exactly how you did when Carlos came to town." Sabrina swiped a strand of hair from his forehead. "He pushed your buttons, so you eagerly pushed mine..." She sighed dreamily. "That was some of the best sex we ever had during our relationship."

Patrick eyed her. "Wait a minute... Is that why you kept letting that jerk hang around you?"

Sabrina smirked and shrugged. "Well..."

"Sabrina Santiago Drake, answer me."

Sabrina wrapped her arms around his neck and raised a brow in challenge. "I'll answer you when you answer me."

"Not happening," he declared.

Sabrina trying to think of a comeback when Patrick started kissing her behind her ear and roaming her naked body with his free hand. Just when she began to burn for him, he stopped his ministrations. She whimpered in protest and he whispered, "But, I'll get my answer one way or another."

Sabrina moved her hands from his neck to his back to pull him against her. Then, she squirmed beneath him in the way she knew drove him wild and said daringly, "Go ahead and try, but it isn't gonna work."

"With pleasure."