But Does He Know You Call Me When He Sleeps Novels & Stories

During the day, he called me while I was at the office, and I promised to talk to him when I got back home. It had slipped my mind to return his call, so I had to answer him now. I clicked the answer button and pressed the phone closer to my ear. “Hey, what is going on?” I asked, my voice slightly groggy. “Did I wake you up?” Alexander asked, his voice barely audible. “I’m sorry if I did, I’ll talk to you in the morning.” He added without giving me a chance to respond to the first question. I smiled, running my hands through my hair. “No, you didn’t,” I replied. “I was just about to sleep when your call came in. But it’s okay, I wasn’t even feeling sleepy.”

he said. "What?" "I know you well, even as a student you never stayed up all night to study because you always needed your beauty sleep," he said. He had called her a few times in the middle of the night because of the time difference and she had always returned his calls after a few hours because she was asleep. "I just for back from drinking" she said pressing her lips together knowing that he was going to nag.

Or does he like me because I make him feel things he wants to feel? “Val.” His deep, sleepy voice vibrated, startling me a bit and pulling me out of my thoughts. My head was blank. Was he calling me in his dreams? “You're awake?” He asked faintly. What? His eyes are still closed. How did he know that? “Ye..yes, I just woke up. H…how did you know I was up?” He opened his eyes slowly and looked down at me as I lay on his arm. Fuck, the way we were so close was spinning something in my head.

he says. Who knows? Me. I want it again and again and again. As he leaves, I fall asleep, unaware of my boyfriend's call coming in.

Flashy Eyes calling. [ Hello? ] I thought he's already asleep since it was really late, why the hell he's calling me now? [ Hey ] He has a baritone voice I could tell. He has this deep sound and, sleepy. Did I wake him up? [Ahm, did I interrupt your sleep? ] [ Not really, my dad did. It happens that I saw your message right after the call. So I decided to call you. ] I see, what a relief. I won't forgive myself if I'm the reason behind it. He's really sounded sleepy.

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.