OrI'lllikeKeith.
Thisquestionhoveredinmymindallnight,keepingmeawake.WhenKeithsleepswithme,don'taskmehowmanyhoursIslept.It'sbetterinminutesthananhour.Idon'tknow.Aftersleepingforawhile,Iwokeupwithastart,becausemysubconsciousmindwouldmakemedreamofbeinghitbyitonmynipple.It'salmostdawn.It'stimetogotowork.NowIknowhelliswithinmyreach.Ihaveaheadachefromlackofsleepallnight.HewassosleepythatevenKeithnoticedithimself.
"Areyouallright,Gwent?"Heasked.IwasveryangryandblurredmyT-shirt,andthenputitonagain.
"What?"Ipretendednottoknowwhathewasasking,andKeithlookedatmeandsaid.
"Canyoustandit?Youstayedupallnightlastnight."
Howdidheknow!
"What'sthematterwithyou,youcan'tsleep?"Thistime,anotherquestionwasraised,whichmademeavoidquickly.
"Nothing."
"Nothing,whycan'tyousleep?"
"YouasksomanyquestionsthatIcan'tsleepbecauseI'mnotusedtoyousleepingwithme."Iliedanddidn'twantKeithtointerrogateme.IforgotKeithdidn'tsleepwithmeforafewnights.Hewouldthinkthesame,sohesaid,I'minmyway.