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

“He is likely just very busy at work. He has a lot of responsibilities, you know. But don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll come home as soon as he can." I nodded, but I wasn’t convinced. Why hadn’t he called? I spent most of my time sitting in the living room, trying to distract myself by watching TV. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep on the sofa, the sound of the television fading into the background as I slipped into a restless dream. In my dream, I heard his voice. Cold. Sharp. "Get up." The command made me flinch. Even in my dream, he was terrifying. I groaned, curling up tighter against the pillows.

“Ready for school?” I nodded quickly, fastening my seatbelt. “Yeah.” The next thing, he glanced at me with that smirk of his, on his face. I looked at him. “What?” He shook his head. “You know you talk in your sleep,” he said casually, starting the ignition. My head snapped toward him. “What? No, I don’t.” He chuckled. “You did. You said my name in your sleep too.” “I…what? You must’ve imagined that!”

After checking that Aaron was fast asleep, I kissed his forehead and made my way to my bed. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to sleep for more than two hours tomorrow, I let sleep overtakes me. But my phone rang before sleep could fully consume me. It was unknown. I am going to kill this guy one day! Whenever I find out who the heck he is, it is.

his deep, low voice boomed out, still possessing the gravelly tone that gave away the fact he'd had barely any sleep. "Hello," I muttered, trying to sound as normal as possible. "Busy already?" He gave a low hum, the sound of a door opening behind him somewhere in the distance. "You know me. Couldn't sleep much. Meetings, calls… business as usual." A pause. "But I wanted to tell you something before the day slips away from me." My stomach tightened. For a moment I thought, he knows. That somehow he'd found the letter, what it said. "What is it?"

“Do you know what time it is?” “I know,” I said quickly, already feeling guilty but unable to stop myself. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important.” He sighed softly. “You don’t sleep anymore, do you? It’s dead late. Everyone with sense is asleep. And I’m not exactly supposed to have a phone.” “I know,” I repeated, my voice shaking despite my effort to keep it steady. “I just… I found out something, Alexander. Something really strange.” That woke him up.

"True. Let's just hope that our attempt at don't ask, don't tell works better than it does for the Army. And it's not as if he doesn't know how we sound when we fuck." That doesn't deserve an answer and I kiss her good-night without commenting on her abashed look, either, before I close my eyes. Not much I could say to that, as quite frankly, yes, he knows. As usual, I wake up before Bella. A look at the alarm clock at the nightstand tells me that it's early even for me, only 5:30, but try as I might, I can't go back to sleep. My whole arm itches, and the only

"We're on a remote island with no cell service and exactly one other human within a mile. What could possibly be going on?" "I don't know." He set his cup down with a decisive little clink that made me flinch. "That's what bothers me. I don't know, and I feel like I should." He leaned back in his chair, his expression shifting from concern to something more guarded. "You talk in your sleep now. Did you know that? You never used to." The blood in my veins turned to ice water. I kept my face carefully neutral, my voice light. "What do I say?"

Then, he turned to me, eyes narrowed with anger as he continued, “you tell me why the fuck you keep mentioning that bastard's name in your sleep and saying you can't do it. Do what exactly?” Shit, was I…talking in my sleep? Oh no, how much did he hear? “I-I don't know what you're talking about, Kian…” My eyes averted to the window sill immediately, terrified that he might just catch on to my lie. That was if he already hasn't.

"You are awake already" "Yeah" "You slept off, and then he came around" "Did you call him?" "No, he just came around. He said he has been trying my number and it was not connecting, he decided to come here to know if I had another number" "Hmmm"

I think I've put a pin on it, I can't just not recognize that deep yet sexy masculine voice that had me in a mini trance the first time i heard words escape his lips. "I'm sorry, am i disturbing your sleep or something? I honestly didn't think you were going to pick up. I don't even know why i called." I most have sounded really exhausted with the reaction i got from him at that response. He sounded really worried like he had crossed some kind of boundary but calling at this time of the night, or rather morning. And normally something like that might be, considering we barely even know each other to the point of taking midnight calls not to mention at four in the morning but if only he knew