Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0360

No matter how hard I try, I just can’t sleep.

Between the noise of the reporters outside, the curious onlookers, the flash of the cameras and my

own anxieties, I feel like I’m trapped in a state of exhaustion with no way out. I’ve tried tossing and

turning. I’ve tried covering my head with my pillow. I’ve tried headphones, white noise, the couch, the

bed, tea, meditation…

And none of it works.

Finally, after what feels like hours of futile attempts to sleep, I finally give up. With a sigh, I sit up and

swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I decide to make my way to the kitchen to brew some coffee

this time, figuring that if I can’t sleep, I might as well just get some caffeine in my system so I can power

my way through the night.

Taking care not to turn on any more lights than necessary because I know that the reporters will just

have a field day if they see the orange glow of a lamp through my blinds at midnight, I grab my robe off

the back of my bedroom door and make my way out to the kitchen.

As I turn on the coffee pot and wait for it to brew, I lean against the kitchen sink and look out. The

police car is still parked outside, with the officer sitting in the driver’s seat.

I can’t help but chuckle to myself as I watch. I never thought I would be the type to need my home

under 24/7 surveillance, but here I am.

But then I notice something. The officer’s head is moving in a way that can only mean one thing.

He’s nodding off.

A surge of irritation, made worse by my current state of exhaustion, flashes through me. Is he seriously

falling asleep out there?

I lean closer to get a better look through the tiny slat in the blinds, and just as I suspected, it’s true. He’s

nodding back and forth. Then, finally, his head tilts back and rests on his headrest. His mouth is open,

snoring.

“He’s asleep!” I hiss under my breath.

That’s not fair! How is it that the officer who’s supposed to be keeping watch over my house, the officer

who’s supposed to be making me feel safe, is falling asleep right before my eyes?

Anger surges through me. Cursing under my breath, I storm over to the back door and shove my feet

into my slippers, ready to storm out there and knock on his window. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

I want to give him a piece of my mind; he’s being paid to be here. I’m not being paid to spend

sleepless, anxiety-filled nights in my home, and here he is, sleeping on the job.

But then I hear it, blaring through the silence: my phone ringing on the kitchen counter. I nearly jump

from the sudden sound.

“Hello?” I answer as I lift the phone to my ear.

I offer a tired smile, even though I know he can’t see it. “It’s okay,” I respond. New chapter avаilable oո

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He pauses, then continues. “I didn’t wake you up, did I? I didn’t realize how late it is.”