Novel & Cerita But Does He Know You Call Me When He Sleeps

I guess I fall asleep because everything becomes dark, except I am also holding my phone in my dreams. I think that since I couldn't call him even once when I was sober, I should try calling him in my dreams. So I dial his number, expecting him to answer my call at 2 am because it's a dream. Everything is possible in a dream. "Hello." his very sleepy voice says. I didn't know my imagination could go that far as to imagine his voice when he's sleepy. Damn it, I am a genius. And he's hot. "Would you-"

Slow. Tender. Like he’s memorizing me. Not talking. Just feeling. Just staying. No rush. No heat. Only comfort. Only closeness. Only the quiet truth that we both need each other more than we’re ready to admit. For the first time in weeks, I fell asleep without counting days. Morning comes too fast. My phone rings. Unknown number. My heart stops. Actually stops. He wakes instantly. “What is it?” I show him the screen. He pales.

He asked me without looking up from his laptop "How did you know it's me?" I asked, ignoring his question and he looks up at me "Because you always come down here past 12 and look it is past 12" He says and I smile, I didn't even take note of the time that I always come here but look MR. White knows "Come on, come here" He motioned at me to come forward with his fingers and I walked towards him and sat down beside him "Why are you always up around this time?" I asked and he looked at me "I can't sleep," He says and I went silent

Can't I sleep for two fucking minutes? I blindly stretch for the device on the coffee table. I should have switched it off before going to sleep. It would definitely save me the trouble of getting up now. Feeling it in my palm, I pick up the device and look at the caller ID. Unknown. I usually don't answer unknown numbers but I can't risk missing important calls. Especially now. "Hello?" My words are muffled by the cushion that is placed at my head. "I always loved it when you wake up after sex, you were so hot and s—"

As much as it is a disgusting act that I want to forget, it still clings firmly to my head and one part of me is intrigued about it. “Okay… if you are sure then” he says drawling his words. I am sure he is feelings little weird and grumpy thag my replies are these way. I can lie but then I can’t control the way words come out of my mouth dryly and untamed at some point. “Yeah”I spit and scratch the hair behind me around the lower part of my neck. “Since you are fine, then that’s okay. I called to make sure you are okay because as I got hom, I immediately sleeper off and when I woke ups dn called you didn’t pick up my all so I guessed you were fast asleep” he says.

We promised visits but he has been so tied up with court and meetings that the only time I ever get to talk to him is right before I "go to sleep" Yeah I used air quotes, get the fuck over it. I can't sleep without him here. I just make it seem like I am so he doesn't worry. He can probably tell though. I know I can tell when he's sleeping. At least I know someone is doing ok without me.

I left her to sleep, relieved that I had gotten one more night without passing my sexual urge with her. I could not find sleep and decided to spend the time at my study. Bored and confused, I put a call to Liam, and to my good luck, he answered immediately. “You could not sleep?” With my brows creased, “How do you know?” I replied. “Well after having to be with you, especially for the last four months, I can tell what it is when you call me at a time like this.” “Well, you are right,” I muttered. “What is the problem now? Why can’t you sleep?”

Everything was going well for us, until tonight, while taking a night stroll, he suddenly asked me, “Who is Kay?” I froze for a minute. Does he know who Kay is? “I don’t understand what you mean?” “Well every night you murmur the name Kay in your sleep, I was jealous because you called another name that’s not mine, then I thought about it, I really don’t know if you are with someone or not.” Damn it!! I thought I was just dreaming about him alone, I had no idea I had been calling his name in my sleep as well, what do I do?

Otherwise, it will not be good for our relation. I decided and switched off all the lights and then walked inside our room. I lay on the bed on my side and drifted off into sleep. However, I couldn’t sleep properly with the guilt churning inside. I closed my eyes tightly but still, I am feeling bad for the stupid thing. Then I heard his phone ringing. Is she calling now? Will she ask him why did he call? I am so doomed. “Hello! Why are you calling me at this time?” He asked in a whisper.

“You of all people should understand that.” “Why me?” He tilts his head a little. “You don’t realize it but you often cry out in your sleep. You call out for your parents. You call out for your friends. You call out for no one in particular even. And it gets worse when you sleep alone.” My cheeks burn and I bury my face in my hands. “What do I say exactly?” I mumble into my palms. “You beg for someone to save you.” “From what?” “I don’t know,” he murmurs. “They’re not my dreams.”