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

Is there something on my face? “Do you know you talk in your sleep?” He asked. My eyes widened. “Um, no. What was I saying?” “Some interesting stuff. I will tell you another day, though.” He said. I narrowed my eyes and asked, “Why not?” “Because I might lose control if I tell you. Trust me, I will tell you later. Hopefully by the end of the week.” He said. Now I’m curious and I want to start my interrogation when my phone rings. I turned to look at who was calling me and immediately sit up. Isaiah sees my reaction.

'Does this man sleep with his gadgets? I wonder as I disconnect the call.

“Fuck Romeo. I was worried. You sleep like the dead.” - Like what? “I'm at your door ringing the doorbell and knocking on the door like crazy, and you won't wake up.” With wide eyes, he looks at Julius, who raises his eyebrows. - I told you to leave me alone. That I was going to study and sleep over the weekend. “Came on, open the door for me. Enough studying and sleeping.” – he rings the bell and frowns when he doesn't hear the bell ring on the phone. - "where are you?"

It was obvious in his voice that he was still drowsy, maybe he just woke up because of my call. “It’s me, Amanda. It looks like you didn't open a shop and just slept soundly.” I jokingly said that. He didn't answer right away, maybe it still didn't sink into his brain that I was the one talking to him. “Why are you not saying anything, I said I am Amanda. You said I can call you but I think your not going to talk to me.” Again, I tease him. “Sh*t!” I hear him curse in the other line, now he’s finally awake ad can think straight. “I am sorry, I was half asleep when I answer the call, I am really sorry, Amanda!” He panickily explain.

He leaned down and pecked a soft kiss on my lips, then my forehead. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked. I wanted to say, No! Never! I wanted to forget that thing and my weak reaction, but that wasn’t an option. What if it came back? “What was it?” I asked. I tried to keep my voice strong but I didn’t succeed. “I don’t know. I made a lot of calls last night.” “Did you sleep? Who did you call? What did you find out?” I could see how tired he was. His eyes lacked his usual bright twinkle.

I ended the call every 5 seconds of not getting an answer on for the 7th time of dialling his number, he answered back with his sleepy voice. "Hello" I heard his yawning. "Did I disturb you?" I put Aphrodite down and let her crawl around the open space. I bit my nails while waiting for him to speak again. "No, No. I just fell asleep. Why do you call? Is there something wrong?" I took a glance at my wristwatch and saw that it is 6:30 am, he might be sleeping by the time I called. "Can you come here?"

I am really hungry right now and not eating this will just make it a waste. **** I groaned hearing my phone ringing again when I just cut the call a few seconds back. What is he doing? It's already night and he is calling me continuously. I sighed sitting up on the bed before picking the call. "I am trying to sleep." I said before he could say anything. "Are you okay?" he asked in a concerned tone. "What will happen to me?" I asked back. "I just wanted to know whether you are able to sleep properly or not." He replied and I rubbed my forehead hearing that.

She pushed all the hair that was disturbing her face backwards, lying back down afterwards. "I'm sorry I woke you up," he started after checking his gold watch and seeing how late it was. He didn't know it was past 12am when he decided to call her and It was obvious to him now that he had just woken her up. "I just felt like I needed to hear your voice to be able to fall asleep myself. I guess that makes me selfish." Belle snorted to his last sentence. "Where are you? At a hotel or in one of the apartments you stay at?"

He always knows what to do but tonight he looks lost. I walk to him and stand in front of his desk. “It is late,” I say. My voice is soft. “Your mother is not young, she sleeps early, maybe she turned her phone off.” He looks up. His eyes is dark. “She always answers,” he says. “Even at night.” I nod. “Maybe she is really tired,” I say. “From the day's activities or from everything.” He rubs his face. “I need to know,” he says. “I need to hear her say it.”

It’s always a great night, and the best sleep I’ve ever had, so his asking isn’t because he doesn’t already know, but common courtesy, or just an automatic response at this point…or maybe he’s upset, and saying it because he doesn’t want to invest in the conversation. “Did I sleepwalk last night?” I want the conversation to keep going, even if he gives me a one-word answer. I don’t want him to be upset with me, and I don’t want him to give me the silent treatment, so I ask him. He shrugs in answer, “I wouldn’t know.” “You wouldn’t know?” How is that even possible? “What does that mean?”