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My mood changed drastically and Sebastian noticed this. He asked what was wrong with me and I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell him what was happening to me. -It's hard to explain. -You didn't sleep very well, did you? -Is it that noticeable? -Why can't you sleep, is something bothering you? -No, it's just that I can't get to sleep. -But I can tell you're tired, tell me what's wrong. -It's hard to explain. -I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health.

Dead asleep, snoring loudly. ****

Some sleep will surely recharge me. As my breathing starts to slow and even out, Emma's voice makes me snap my eyes open. To my surprise, she's reading aloud from her book, her words soft and gentle. A part of me wants to protest while another part of me wants to hear the story. I silently fume in my seat until the kid in me wins out, and I loosen my muscles and close my eyes again. Emma's soothing voice echoes around the room, and soon enough, I'm drifting off to sleep.

Macarthy Winslow awoke gradually from his sensual dream. In the recesses of his sleep-fogged brain, he could see a pretty woman sucking his pulsing penis. As the cobwebs began to clear and he opened his eyes, he realized that it wasn’t a dream. Without lifting his head, he reached his hand down to the soft hair of the woman lying on the bed sucking him. He heard a moan as his hand began to encourage her movements. Slowly, his memory came back to him.

Bellamy thinks for a moment then nods to himself, a decision made. “Lie back and listen then.” I tilt my head in curiosity but I comply. He leans over and tucks in the sides of the blanket around me, making sure I'm snug and comfortable. Next, he grabs the book he was reading earlier from the bedside table. He ignores the bookmark and flips back to the beginning. Then he starts to read, his voice calm and relaxing. It’s some mystery book about a bank heist. I’m so tired I barely even pay attention, I just let the soothing sound of Bellamy’s voice lull me back to sleep. During the night I wake twice more. Both times I’m crying and I have the impression of fear, but I don’t remember what exact

Reminding myself that I don’t have to earn a slow morning. I roll again, this time into the warmth of another body next to mine and pull myself in, breathing deep. Reed is alluring even in his sleep. His snore is barely a murmur and it should be a felony for a man to be this sinful in my mind. I can’t help myself though. I want all of him. Yesterday, was a dream full of selfishness, laughter and calm chaos. A day where I really just felt like me. For once…

I settle back into the couch, a throw blanket over my legs, one hand resting over my stomach as I read. The apartment is dim. Quiet. Safe. The words blur slowly as my eyes grow heavier. My breathing evens out. The book slips slightly against my chest. And somewhere between one sentence and the next, sleep finally finds me.

Saturday arrived quietly. No alarms. No corporate floor humming to life outside his windows. Just the early light coming pale and unhurried through the glass and Jade lying on her stomach beside him with her hair spread dark across the pillow and her breathing slow and even and her face completely unguarded in sleep in a way that made him lie still for longer than he had lain still in years, simply watching her exist without the composure she wore like a second skin in every waking hour. He had not slept well. He had not expected to.

If you haven't prayed please pray your Salah this book can wait but your Salah can't Happy reading Thank you Jade p.o.v I was sleeping in my room when I heard my phone ring . I looked at Alex who was sleeping peacefully while I checked the time to see it was 3:00 AM . Who is calling me this late? I hope it's not urgent …. It really terrifies me when someone calls at odd hours. I received the call only to hear that person breathing heavily.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.