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

My voice is rough with sleep. “Oh, you were sleeping, baby girl? I had no idea.” “Of course you didn’t.” I rub my forehead. “What is it? Because if you called just to greet me—” “Stop acting grumpy,” he teases. I can practically see his sly smirk. “Can’t I call to say hi to you and Ezzy?” “If that’s all you want to say at this time of night, I swear I’ll kill you.” “Calm down,” he laughs. A soft, familiar sound. “Fine, fine. I actually called because I found something.”

“That was good, baby. You did good. Now go to sleep.” My pussy pulses in protest. “What? You don’t want me to come?” “Not tonight.” “Damn,” I say, and belatedly remember his earlier instruction. “I mean, darn.” “Will you be able to sleep?” “Eventually,” I manage, and he chuckles. “Text me in the morning.” “Okay.” It’s insane how he orders me about and I just… melt. Whatever game he’s playing, it’s working for me. * * *

His voice is telling he's awake; perhaps he didn't sleep well. " It's okay. " I answer in my sleepy voice. " Did you wait for my call? I know I can't see you. But don't try to lie, I'll know it. " He says. " I did. Till twelve then I fell asleep. " I say to him. I gaze out of the window. It is still dark. I peer at the clock. Great! I've slept only for an hour. " Sorry! " He says like a child.

“Do you need something? Why did you call?” Seriousness entered his tone immediately. “I want to see you tomorrow. You’ll find me outside your apartment building, alright?” Confusion pulled my brows together. “Can I know why?” Mystery wrapped itself around every word he said. “You’ll know tomorrow. Try to sleep now. Stop studying. It’s late.” The rush in his voice made it obvious he was busy. The call ended the second he finished speaking. Not long after, the laptop shut down and sleep pulled me in almost instantly, as if all I needed was someone telling me to rest.

Me: Go to sleep, but if you need to talk, I’m only a text message away. I wait to see if she’ll respond. When she doesn’t, I take a shower and crawl into bed. Just in case, I leave my phone volume on before falling asleep, thinking about my sweet mate. Somewhere, in the middle of the night, I hear my phone ping. I’ve always slept well, but I’m not a heavy sleeper. I reach for my phone and see that it’s 2am. Mate: Are you awake?

“To protect us. I’m sorry I never understood then.” “It’s okay. There’s no way you could’ve known… no one ever knows.” But before I can say anything else, I hear a faint snore. “James?” No answer. Just another snore. He’s asleep. I let out a small sigh, touched and sad all at once. He won’t even remember this call. But not to worry, it is what it is. I don’t want to listen to all the things he wants right now. Of course he is going to still want us in that state.

"Hey! I called you multiple times, but you didn't wake up." "What?" "Yes, so don’t-" "You called me? While I was asleep?" He asks again as if what I had told him was groundbreaking news. "Yes." He looks in the distance for a few seconds before returning to me. “I am a light sleeper, cara. I don’t believe you.” “I'm telling you the truth. You only woke up when I touched the door.” "Hmm…that...is something..." He drawls slowly, sounding a little distant.

I shook my head. “Cool.” He said to me. There was a long silence between us. I suddenly remembered something, I’ve been wanting to ask this to Lucas. “Still there?” I asked him. “Hmm?” “Can I ask you a question?” “Anything.” “Why do you often call me at hours like this?” My eyes then wander on the drawing once again. ”I have an insomnia, and it’s been attacking me lately.” He chuckled on the other line. “I kept on calling you, because, I don’t know, I have a feeling that you sleep late at night, and will answer my calls.”

he asks, and I have a hard time not rolling my eyes. “What do you think?” I mutter. “Seriously dude, you've been alive for three millennia, shouldn't you be able to get a read on a person by now?” “Who were you talking to?” he demands, disregarding my snarky remarks. “I was just talking in my sleep.” “No, Callista. You never talk in your sleep; I know that because I've been monitoring you for quite some time now,” he replies, leaning closer. “Who is that? Callista? Who speaks with you in your dreams?”

“I will always protect you.” I lean back into him, still trembling, feeling full and claimed and loved. "I'm going to be your husband," I say. "Yes," he says. "That still sounds strange." "It'll sound less strange," he says. "How do you know." "Because everything sounds strange until it doesn't." A pause. "You called me by my name in your sleep for weeks before you knew you were doing it. Now you don't think about it." I look up at him. "You noticed that," I say.