2am Thoughts Summary Novels & Stories

This was what I had wanted. A man who knew what he was doing. A man who took what he wanted. A man who played my body like a finely-tuned instrument. All thoughts fled as an orgasm ripped through my body, shaking it violently. My legs gave out, but strong hands held me up, thumbs stroking my flushed skin as I came down from the intense high. “Fuck,” I whispered when my mind cleared enough to speak. “Not yet, but soon,” came the growl from behind me.

Damien POV: I awoke with a start, my heart pounding as the remnants of a nightmare still clung to my mind. The moon's soft glow illuminated my chamber, and I sat up, rubbing my temples to dispel the haunting memories. It had been a dream about Amia—the day I stood against her, resulting in her banishment from our pack. I recalled the accusations, the anger, and the bitter taste of betrayal that had clouded my judgment.

"Hey, it’s not like there’s a sock-on-the-door policy here. And you were asleep. Or I thought you were." "I wasn’t." "Yeah, I got that now." How long has this dude been awake? He exhaled through his nose, rubbing his palms against his thighs. He looked...wrecked. Not in a physical way. Emotionally. Like something inside him cracked open. And despite the situation—despite the fact I was still semi-hard under these sheets—my priorities shifted. It's hard to erase those obscene thoughts from your head when the source of the imagination is presence in the same space as you were.

It was a habit when I was trying not to think about anything else. The room was bright with natural light streaming through the large windows, the city skyline visible in the distance like a reminder of everything we were building. Glass towers, cranes, traffic moving like veins. I had been in these meetings hundreds of times, but today my mind kept drifting back to Amelia — the way she had looked when I dropped her off earlier, the tension in her shoulders, the secrets I could sense she was still holding onto. She’d kissed me goodbye like she was trying to convince herself it was fine. I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the numbers on the screen. Focus. That’s what I do.

I stood in the kitchen at 2am holding a coffee that was exactly right and thought about a man who didn't do things he didn't mean and what not yet was supposed to feel like coming from someone like that. I drank the coffee. I didn't sleep for a long time after.

There is no second text. I put the phone down. I pick it up. I put it down. I go to bed at 1:00 a.m. I do not sleep. I lie in the dark and I think about a man in scrubs in a hospital in Los Angeles, and I think about a small gray dog in Silverlake, and I think about a kitchen floor, and I think about a hand across takeout containers, and I think about a man who said *I want people to know I am with you too,* and who has not texted me in thirteen hours. I sleep at 2:00 a.m.

But now that he was a little free, his mind was again occupied by Amelia's thoughts. " I said we will meet if fate wants us to. But now...I don't know why I am like this. I love you, but can't be with you as you have no feelings for me, I let you go. But now that you aren't here, I can't help but think of you whenever my mind is free ", Damian mumbled to himself while staring at the pile of papers. On the other side at the moment. Amelia took Faiz to the nearest local restaurant and ordered a bunch of food. While sitting there under the roof made of woods and a bunch of branches and leaves, her mind was only occupied by the thoughts of where the hell the next attack will happen next.

Bryan yawned out immediately while he stood up from his sleeping spot looking at me with his eyes rolling up as I quickly adjusted to look at me well. " It's nothing" I looked up to his side " Just thinking about some random things and I also feel less sleepy" I cleared my eyes gently as Bryan just raised up his shoulder gently and lay down back into his spot. I just looked to the room door which was opposite to where the bed was and the sleeping spot. I looked closely with Amanda's thoughts running through my head uncontrollably but I just had to concentrate and think right of whom she was trying to harm at that time .

A few days later Amanda's POV As I took a stock count of the things in the store, my mind couldn't stop drifting to Mom's worsening condition and what David had said. I shook my head, I wouldn't consider David's perverted and greedy plan an option but would I raise so much money from it? “ Amanda? Amanda!” My manager called again raising her voice slightly at me to get my attention. “ Huh? Yes,” I said finally snapping out of my deep thoughts as I stood up from my previously squatting position.

The only thing I want is to expect that one day I am going to get that opportunity to get the hell out of this place. Amelia sat still with her new found friend waiting for their own verdict to come . So many thoughts went through her head as she sat there thinking of what her life was about turning into . She had been awake for the past 6 hours and it was getting dark but yet no one had come to give them food . So many thoughts went through her head as she thought about what might happen tonight . The thought of being away killed her . She couldn’t imagine what would be happening in the outside world .