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Thoughts of my Amber eyed obsession had kept me awake all through the night. Usually, I didn’t sleep much. I’ve trained myself to be alert at any given time in case of an attack so I barely slept.

A part of me knew it was an excuse to keep the nightmares away. You know, the ones where I watched my parents die and I had to take charge of my life at a very tender age.

I hated seeing that same thing over and over again and so I’d rather stay awake with the bell of my best whiskey and when I finally find sleep, it is during the wee hours of the morning when I assumed the agents of nightmares don’t work after dark.

This time, I didn’t sleep either but I had a different thought to process all through the night. I could only think of Amber and the moments I’d first met her, whimpering helplessly and stuttering when I asked for her name.

It had me thinking of what she would sound like whimpering like that under me. Whimpering from noth pain and pleasure that I’d give to her when the