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“I’ll be here until you fall asleep.” “Goodnight,” I say and not even five minutes later, I drift off into a dreamless sleep with the scent of Cedarwood and pine cones keeping the demons away.

His thoughts drifted elsewhere, completely ignoring AI Doc’s lecture. The robot wagged its tail dutifully, blue eyes flickering with electricity, eager to continue. “How can one sleep soundly and quickly?” It paused, trying to pique his interest. Chase barely noticed, thinking the robot had run out of power—until it laughed sharply above his head. “The trick to sleeping without insomnia… is… not to think! Hahaha—” “Die!” Chase’s face darkened as he shouted. “Young Master, Doctor AI will now go to sleep. Good night!”

Constantine says. I'm losing the fight to stay awake and the last thing I hear is the clink of their glasses. I fall asleep in the warm embrace of a man I was scared of just a few short hours ago.

"Let's sleep keep your phone" I did and we slept quietly"

"Why have you become so quiet now, Lucia?" I tightened my grip on the cutlery slightly. The questioning tone in his voice reminded me of the twisted, hideous faces in the punishment chamber. All of a sudden, a wave of nausea churned in my stomach. I lowered my eyes and forced down the discomfort before replying softly. "I'm just a little tired from shopping all day." He didn't ask any further. Before he left, he asked Paolo to take me to the best rehabilitation therapist in the city. "There's a Commissione tonight. You don't have to wait for me," he added.

This time, I absolutely wouldn't miss out on this academic opportunity. Fearing I'd be distracted while studying, I turned my phone off completely. By the time I was done, it was already 9:00 pm. It was time to sleep. I still hadn't turned my phone back on, so I washed up and went to bed. The next day, after getting ready, I opened the door, about to head out to the library, only to find Chris waiting outside. His hair was slightly messy, and the exhaustion in his eyes was evident. It looked like he hadn't slept in days.

I’ve always preferred taking Restoril as they not only help to fall asleep but also stay in the same state for as long as it is required. I swallowed a pill without any water. What if you die in your sleep tonight? Dude shut up! How do you know that there are no dead souls lingering in the air? Pills won’t work if you don’t shut up. The last one, maybe there's a way you could contact Jenny? I mean people tell all kinds of stories about connecting to your twin. I strived to tackle my thoughts. My subconscious won’t shut up.

As sweet as that honey might be, I would not be having a taste. I set my alarm for five a.m. and tried like hell to relax so I could get some sleep. Soon I’d be starting a four-week rotation for cardiology, and I'll be needing all my focus. But even though I'm exhausted, I'm still too wound up tight for sleep to come easily. I heaved an annoyed sigh. Sure would be nice to blow off some steam with a tumble between the sheets . . . God dammit, no. Don’t even think about it. That just isn't in the cards for Hera and me.

"Dear, who are you talking to?" His calling me that made my face heat, but I played along. "No one important, honey. Go get some rest." Before Jason could explode, I decisively hung up and immediately blocked him everywhere. After that, I let out a long breath. It felt like something that was stuck in my chest for ages finally came loose. Nathaniel brushed my hair gently, a smile tugging at his lips. "Feeling better? Don't worry, there's something even more satisfying coming. Rest early. Tomorrow, we'll have front-row seats to the real show."

He asked. She nodded, “I had a nightmare, I'm scared to sleep alone. You don't mind if I join you, right?” Donald's gaze seized her once again, and he nodded, “Sure, you can join me.” “Thank you, son.” she smiled and grabbed the sheets to lay down. Donald tried to fall back to sleep but failed, his body was getting hot and hot. He reached for his dick, which was growing hard at every second. He stroked it slightly under his pants, trying to soothe the ache, but again, he failed.