He Sees You When You're Sleeping Novels & Stories

"Well, it's because I know you are not the type who would hurt someone else especially me. And damn, I'm very sure it's so embarrassing to watch me sleep. Don't you dare deny it because I know better." Carter chuckled that made me cheeks flared. "I didn't see anything, I promise." I hissed. "You are laughing. You obviously did saw something. Don't deny it." "It doeasn't really matter to me. In fact, I love watching you sleep. When you are all peaceful like a sleeping angel." "Why, do I look the other way around when I'm awake?"

The look on his face got me melting; his eyes were filled with sincerity and etched with concern. "Okay, I will hold you so that you won't disappear. That way, I can trust you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. A smile spread across his face. He was more than words can describe. As I stared at his handsome face, I was lost in it. "Now sleep. I'll be here when you wake up," he patted my shoulder softly. I nodded, feeling my eyelids growing heavy once more. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt Kai's gentle touch on my shoulder, his soft pat a reassuring reminder that he was there, watching over me. My eyelids grew heavier, my breathing slowed, and I felt myself being pulled into a deep, peac

As I fall asleep, I feel a soft set of lips on my forehead as I hear him saying, " sleep good, beautiful" And I did.

The next morning again I woke up in his arms with him staring at my sleeping figure. God, does he even sleep? I never saw him sleeping, except for when he was drunk. I’ve started to believe that he is a vampire or something similar to it. Maybe that's why he never sleeps.

You can sleep if you want," He said as he looked back at her and smiled. Even his eyes were smiling are beautiful. She thinks she's crazy while her eyes blink. Until she was lodged in drowsiness. Before she fell asleep, she glanced at it and saw that it was smiling at him as she closed her eyes completely and fell asleep. By MCT

He just stares at me, as if I were his world. "Never, baby." He said, "I just stay here watching you fall asleep," with my hair tucked behind my ear, concealing my face. I know I'm safe with him by my side. I can fall asleep without worry.

He can sense some reluctance so he won't force it. "Sure, I will be right here watching you sleep." Fred said.

"I'm trying to be better at trusting that you're still here even when I can't see you." It's the most honest thing he could have said. "I'm right here," I tell him. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "I know," he says. "Lets go to bed." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wake before him, which almost never happens. He's deeply asleep, with one arm across my waist, his face relaxed in a way it rarely is when he's conscious. There is no strategy behind his eyes, or calculation. Just a man sleeping peacefully, his lashes fanning his face.

"What makes you say that?" He looks at his hands, at the quiet ordinary fingernails that will be flashing silver by noon. "Because sometimes when I am almost asleep I can hear them both. Like two people talking in different rooms." He looks up. "Is that wrong?" "No," I say. My voice is completely steady. "That is exactly right."

This one saw everything. “You do,” he said. “You cry without tears. It’s louder than when I cry.” I pressed my lips together. I sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his hair back with shaking fingers. “Try to sleep,” I said. “Please.” He shook his head. “I can see him.” My hand stilled. “What do you mean, you can see him?” I asked slowly. “Where he is,” the child said. “Not like seeing you. Different.”