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

His words carry a certain undertone, one that sends shivers straight to my core. "B-beautiful?" "Yes. Peaceful too. So unaware of your surroundings," "Isn't that what happens when we sleep? Or do you have spatial awareness while asleep?" He reaches out, his fingertips grazing my cheek. "I don't sleep that much." Is all he says. A wicked idea comes to my mind. I lean down, holding the sides of my face in my hands. A grin lights up my face, and I see his brows raise in slight confusion. "If you want to say something, say it."

Only time will tell. “And all I have is my word,” he says finally. “You should sleep,” I say listening to him breathe like he’s drifting off to sleep. “I know,” he says but doesn’t end the call. “Goodnight,” I say into the silence. “Goodnight, my love,” he says and we end the call. I snuggle under the covers and close my eyes ready to sleep too. It’s been a long day. My mind drifts to Zan, I wonder where he is. I reach for my phone to call him but I know he won’t answer.

I pulled out my phone and considered calling the only real family I had left. But I didn’t. Like he could read my thoughts from over a hundred miles away, his name appeared on the screen. Damien. I took the call and put the phone to my ear. “It’s three a.m. Why are you calling me?” Damien struck back with his spiteful attitude. “It’s three a.m. Why are you answering?” I dragged my hand down my face, feeling the stress across my skin. “Because I can’t sleep.” “You can never sleep.”

My frown turned into a smile when I saw who was calling. I cleared my throat as I picked the call. 'Hey' I smiled just at his voice. His voice oo. God! 'Hi' 'How're you?' 'I'm fine and you?' 'I'm fine, very fine.' I felt myself smile again. 'Were you sleeping already?' He asked again. I was just smiling like an idiot. 'No, not at all. I don't sleep this early.' I heard him scowled. 'You? So what do you do this late when you are not sleeping?'

“Can’t sleep?” What do you think? “You… signed up for this.” “By becoming your lover?” He chuckled. “Yes. I understand. Now, tell me properly. Why can’t you sleep?” “This… is only for today though. I won’t call you at this time again.” “It’s fine so, tell me.” But there really was no reason. “I just… couldn’t sleep.” “Then… what do you want to do?” I had had nothing in mind when I had placed the call. “You’re… in bed?”

I’d rather sleep thirsty than to crawl downstairs just to grab some ice-cold water in order to quench my thirst. I was about to close my eyes and fall back to sleep when a familiar ringtone prevented me from closing my eyes. I lazily snaked my arm to the far side of the bed and grabbed my phone only to see Kenneth’s name on my phone screen. "What the fuck dude!! Why are you calling me this early? I’m still fucking sleepy." I spat over the phone, my voice was already coming off hoarse. "Have you seen it already?" Kenneth spoke to which instantly caught my attention. Kenneth almost never calls me just to gossip about something that I don’t care about. He usually just waits until we see each ot

He was awake too, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts a thousand miles away, likely in the past, with her. I rolled onto my side, facing him. In the sliver of moonlight filtering through the blinds, I could see the profile of his face. "Can't sleep?" I whispered. He turned his head. "No." A long pause. "She only ever calls when she wants something. Or when she's... in a state."

And one day, I will hit back and it will hurt them as it hurts me. Mother is gone by the time I am back, and I get to shower and fall on the bed face first, passing out before even my head hits the pillows. A phone is vibrating incessantly, and that sound pulls me out of the deep slumber I have been in. Blindly reaching out, I don’t look at the caller before I answer it. “What?” “How cute, are you sleeping?” Sleep clears as I groan in frustration, he is cutting my rest time short, and annoyed that it's him.

He was calling me back. How the hell was he still awake? Gulping nervously, I swiped on the green button and raised the phone to my ear. Silence. He didn't say a word but I could hear him breathing. I knew he could hear me breathing too, and for a moment, we just lay in silence, listening to each other breathe. Then I spoke. “I had no idea you'd still be awake,” I muttered and he hummed softly. I heard shifting sounds so I figured he was already in bed. I wondered how cute he would look while he slept.

I smiled as it has been long I hung out with him after all and was missing him more than i let on. I picked the call and placed it on my ears, "Hey, good evening dear." His deep voice came on as i closed my eyes and shuddered, desire scaling through my body. "Good evening Callum." I said almost slipping off and calling him an endearment by accident. "What are you doing up by this time? Did I wake you?" He asked as i shook her head despite the fact that he could not see me. "What no, it's just 9pm. I haven't gotten to bed yet. Is anything the problem?" I asked as he answered,