“Sorry, I… I just thought you… you’d want more,” she whispered.
“But you’re tired, Emery,” Luca stated.
“Yeah, I most certainly am,” she said, chuckling and already feeling her eyelids becoming heavier and heavier again.
She had a hard time staying awake.
“So sleep,” Luca said.
He really was controlling in bed, she thought, although she didn’t think he had meant it in that way.
The last thing Emery felt before she fell asleep was how he placed her hand back on his stomach and his own on the back of her head.
“Hey sleepyhead,” Luca said, when Emery finally began to move her body again.
She grunted and stretched her arms.
“How long was I out for?” she asked.
“About half an hour.”
She made a vague sound.
“And you said, I wouldn’t be able to help with the lack of sleep,” he continued and her body squirmed, when he pricked her waist.
“Have some mercy,” she groaned, trying to push his hands away from her, eyes still shut closed.
“I’m afraid, I’m not particularly known for that,” he replied.