Not a wink of sleep all night.
Some people said women always exaggerated, and that you had to dial down the force of their words a few notches. When time was running short, they would say it was too late; when someone was dying, they might say they were already dead.
But Jonas felt that if he ever heard anyone say that again, he would have the Alt Conglomerate's marketing department and hired trolls go toe-to-toe with them and see who could flame the other into oblivion.
At least Chelsea's words had been neither exaggeration nor empty bluster. Jonas had experienced that firsthand. She had followed through on what she said last night, without cutting a single corner.
On that point, Jonas was utterly convinced.
Chelsea kept her word. When she said they would stay awake all night, she meant all night. At least until the sun rose the following morning, she had clung to him without getting off him once.
Even during their breaks, Chelsea had stayed attached to him like a koala. Whenever he showed signs of fatigue, she would find another way to perk him up.
But Jonas refused to take that lying down.
What's that supposed to mean? You won't even let me sleep? Fine, then neither of us is getting any peace!
No one's sleeping. We're both staying up all night!
Like bored children trying to outdo each other, whenever Jonas grew sleepy, Chelsea would nibble his earlobe. Whenever Chelsea grew sleepy, Jonas would recover his energy and rally for another round.
After all that back and forth, morning finally arrived.
Chelsea nestled in Jonas's arms, her forehead resting against his chest, her breath sweet and soft. The slight curve of her lips showed just how good a mood she was in.
All her resentment