Chapter 68: you are really my sleeping pills

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He stared at Lisa's peaceful sleeping face, lost in thought.

After thinking for a moment, he wrapped his arms around her.

Pulling her close.

Breathing in her sweet scent.

Her fragrance filled his senses.

Intoxicating.

Lugard's eyes fluttered closed.

Her warmth enveloped him.

Her gentle breathing soothed him.

For the first time in years.

He felt relaxed.

No tension.

No anxiety.

Just... calm.

Lisa's presence was a balm. Soothing his frayed nerves.

Lugard's grip tightened.

Holding her closer.

Inhaling deeper.

Her scent was addictive.

He couldn't get enough.

As he held her, Lugard realized. This was what he needed.

Not pills.

Not therapy.

Just Lisa.

Her presence.

Her scent.

Her warmth.

Lugard's eyelids grew heavy.

His breathing slowed.

For the first time in years.

He felt sleep's gentle pull.

Without struggle.

Without resistance.

He surrendered.

Letting go.

Falling asleep.

Wrapped in Lisa's embrace.

With her scent filling his dreams.

Lugard's sleep was deep and restful.

His body relaxed, mind calm.

No tossing, no turning.

Just peaceful slumber.

Hours passed, and he slept on.

Undisturbed.

Lisa's presence worked its magic.

No insomnia.

No nightmares.

Just dreamless sleep.

Lugard's body rejuvenated.

His mind refreshed.

As morning approached.

He stirred.

Gently.

Opening his eyes.

Lisa's face was inches away.

Sleepy.

Serene.

Lugard smiled.

Feeling... renewed.

Lugard woke up, his gaze falling on Lisa's peaceful face.

A warm smile spread across his features.

Happiness swelled in his heart.

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