Chapter 838

　　Derek chuckled silently. "Tabitha, I just want to massage your waist a bit." 　　"Massage what? If you keep this up, the sky'll be light. Go to sleep!" she demanded. 　　Was this man made of iron? 　　Derek buried his head in her neck, feigning wronged. "Tabitha, I'm too happy to sleep. I'm scared it's a dream. If it is, when I wake up, you'll be gone—just like in the countless dreams I've had over the past three years. So real, yet you vanished at dawn." 　　"Are you a fool? Can't tell reality from a dream?" she retorted. 　　"If a kiss from you could clear my confusion, then I'd know for sure. You never kiss me in my dreams," he said. 　　"Will you sleep after a kiss?" she asked. 　　Derek nodded earnestly. "Mm, I will." 　　She planted a quick peck on his cheek. "There. Now, close your eyes and sleep." 　　"Tabitha, that kiss lacked sincerity. I won't be able to sleep. I'll lie awake in the late hours, reflecting on whether I didn't do something right, whether I failed to please you, whether I didn