Girlfriend Fell Asleep Novels & Stories

A hoarse moaning sound could be heard from the girl, curled up under the thick blanket on Darian's bed. Her half-open eyes caught sight of a familiar man staring silently at her. The man smiled and got up from his seat, approaching Fahira, who looked bewildered and embarrassed. Fahira just realized that she had fallen asleep on her boss's bed without a care. She quickly uncovered the blanket and got up, but before her feet touched the floor, Darian squatted down, looking at her tenderly.

My pupils felt so heavy right now and I really want to close my eyes and fall asleep. “Let’s go home, Dionne.” I giggled when I finally went down on the ground. I felt Damian’s arms still wanting to stand me up on my toes but I remained down, now spreading both of my arms on the air. “Carry!” “What?” I pouted. “I am tired and sleepy, Mister Dawson. Carry your girlfriend.” I muttered before giggling once again. I do not know what initially happened next and the next I know is that I literally fell asleep, feeling how heavy my pupils are already.

She pulled me to her chest and her arms wrapped around me sweetly. — Do you want to talk, amore mio? — My girlfriend murmured in a low, affectionate tone. I just shook my head in denial. — All right, love. Go to sleep, okay? I'll be here when you wake up. — A kiss was left in my hair. Fortunately, unconsciousness didn't take long to set in, and I fell asleep in the midst of my emotional exhaustion.

“So we’ll do something different that they can’t insert themselves into. Like a girly sleepover or something.” “Ooh, I’d love to do a sleepover!” Brooke squeals, big blue eyes blinking behind the lenses of her glasses. “I haven’t had a sleepover with girlfriends since high school!” Fallon’s jaw goes slack as she turns to look at her sister like she’s offended, but Brooke just laughs, elbowing her. “Oh, c’mon, Fal, you don’t count.” Fallon looks around at the rest of us like she’s wounded, mouthing ‘ouch’. We all giggle.

My neck aches from sleeping on my chair, arm numb from holding the phone too long. I don't sleep, I didn't think it was possible to even do that but yeah apparently hearing Gia snore was my much needed lullaby. “Yeah,” I admit. “But that’s on me. I fell asleep on the call too.” She lets out a small laugh, soft and embarrassed. “I did that first, sorry.” “Mhm.” We both stay quiet, and I can't but wonder what she's thinking about. “You didn’t have to,” she says.

“I’m just like a sister to you. That’s why it doesn’t matter to you. Even if your girlfriend walked in and found us here, it would be fine.” Both of them fell silent after she said those words. “Aviannah…” “If you saw that I fell asleep on your couch last night, you should’ve woken me up.” “You were exhausted. And you were sleeping so deeply. How could I disturb you?” “Then why did you bring me here to your room?” she pressed. “You were moving so much in your sleep. You even fell off the couch, but you still didn’t wake up,” Andrei explained. “H-Huh? I fell off last night?”

I haven’t seen my brother for the past year which is why I was so excited to meet him today but as soon as I entered the apartment that I shared with my boyfriend I stopped dead in my tracks with tears in my eyes, when I saw him fucking none other than my best friend Monique. They both were lying naked on my bed, with their moans echoing in the bedroom, the bedroom that I shared with my boyfriend Gabriel. “What the hell is going on over here?!” I cried and yelled out in anger and a heartbroken voice. “Oh my God, Juliet! What are you doing over here?” Gabriel pulled away from Monique in shock with his eyes opened wide as he stared at me while Monique sat there with a bitchy grin on her face,

The bed is soft, almost as if lying on cotton candy, but that doesn’t help me fall asleep. I’ve showered, pulled on my boyfriend’s shirt and I still can’t fall asleep. I’m too nervous, too angry, too irritated. My best friend stays on call with me for close to two hours, listening to me rant about Amelia and her asshole son who insists on taunting me by calling me his sister.

I bet that Jeans and trainers won’t be appropriate. I close my eyes and I let my mind drift off to the day Henry asked me to be his Girlfriend. I know it sounds old school and it sounds like something made up, but he actually did, he asked me to be his girlfriend. We went out for dinner and then he took me home, and came in with me. “Can I ask you something?”, Henry asks as soon as I close the bedroom door. “I guess”, I say taking my shoes off and throwing them to the corner of the room.

He’d played my ideal boyfriend so well—sweet and thoughtful, very attentive, very touchy, and focused a hundred percent on me. I wondered, as my eyes struggled to lift suddenly heavy eyelids, what rate he was giving me as he lay in bed thinking about the day. Because at this point, I wanted him to just be my real boyfriend. And I drifted to sleep, escaping the feeling of guilt at that last thought I had… The next thing I knew, it was morning. And my door’s bell was shrieking. I managed to get up, stumbled towards the bath to at least wash my face and gargle mouthwash, and went downstairs to open the front door, still blinking the sleep off my eyes.