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Grinning at the thought of telling her she snored in the morning, I got ready for bed and stripped down to my boxers.
I found a spare toothbrush underneath her cabinet, along with the most massive stockpile of tampons I’d ever seen, and brushed my teeth.
Then, I fell into her bed, and sighed.
It was very comfortable.
I was falling asleep when there was movement in the room again.
I groaned and sat up, finding her once again heading out the door.
I did this two more times before falling asleep.
I woke up what felt like seconds later with the knowledge that I was no longer alone in the bed.
There was a woman sitting on it, staring at me, with vacant eyes.
I groaned, wondering if I’d ever get any sleep.
Reaching out, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into my body.
When she was where I wanted her, I tossed the blanket over her body, and hoped that she’d stay put.
Tiredly, I wondered if I needed to install a couple of locks on my doors at home to make sure she stayed inside, because it was terrifying to think about her getting lost while she was asleep.
She tried to get out of bed three more times before I gave up and curled my leg around her and firmly held her in place.
I tried to ignore the way she felt pressed against me, but I was a man, and she had a very soft backside and boobs that were now piled on my arm, making my mind think of all kinds of dirty things.
Those thoughts took me into my dreams until I was poked awake.
I blearily opened one eye and wondered if she was asleep still, but her very expressive eyes were focused solely on me, and she was very much aware.
“I have to pee like a racehorse,” she told me huskily. “Let me go.”
I let her go, albeit reluctantly.
It took me a few minutes to wake up, but when I did, I couldn’t ignore my raging hard-on any longer and squeezed it, hoping to alleviate the ache.
It didn’t help, and only caused me to yank my hand away when the bathroom door suddenly opened.
When she came back into the room moments later, I had my hands behind my head and I was staring at her, trying to calm my racing heart.
“What?” she grumbled, face flushed.
“You sleepwalk,” I told her.
She opened her mouth, and then closed it, wincing.
“Okay, well I kind of knew that,” she said. “But it only happens when there’s a change in my routine. Like going to bed super late, or trying to sleep in a new place, or possibly even having someone sleeping in my space.”
I shoved the pillows into more of a ball for ultimate comfort before saying, “When we go to my place, will you try to leave?”
“I don’t necessarily do anything besides walk around the room. Sometimes I make it out into the hallway, but I never go too far,” she explained.
That didn’t make me feel any better.
But at least where I was living now, if she wandered outside, she’d only make it as far as a gated yard.
