Nala. By the time Jordan and i finished, i was exhausted and rung out and I knew i would wake up sore as hell tomorrow, but I didn’t care. Jordan hadn’t held back, and that was what I had wanted. Needed. Somehow, in choosing to let go, I had never felt more powerful. Strength in weakness, control in submission. “Aren’t you tired?” I yawned, watching Jordan through half droopy eyes. We had gone at it for what must have been hours, but whereas I was ready to pass out, he looked alert and awake as ever. “If by ‘tired’ you mean you wore me out, perhaps,” he said in an uncharacteristically teasing tone. “But if you are asking whether I’m sleepy, no.” he said smiling “How is that possible?” I mumbled into my pillow. “Insomnia, Nala. I sleep a few hours a night if I’m lucky.” he said and somehow I could feel some sadness in his voice. I frowned. “But that’s…” Another huge yawn. “Not good.” Humans need sleep. How had he survived all this time on only a few hours a night? “We should fix
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