kafkaesque: having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality.
His voice instantly brought Sophia’s eyes back up to his, breaking her gaze on his jaw within seconds. “Really? Do you ever get any sleep then?” She questioned, eyebrows knitting together in minor confusion though she was certainly intrigued. If she’d thought it before, she’d thought it a million times, but Jasper had this effect on her that left her wanting more. “Nothings wrong.” Sophia shook her head from side to side. Was he picking up on something she had missed about herself? “I just didn’t want to bother you if you’d fallen asleep, my phone died and I didn’t really know what else to do.” The brunette shrugged lightly as she gave her explanation.
The query only sent him into a reverie, thoughts of his past and past malicious thoughts. It was queer, really, to have a stranger send him into states of a waking slumber. Jasper couldn’t help but shake his head, his genuine life skidding out of him with every waking moment. “Only sometimes. If I couldn’t sleep I’d be dead, or marked with insomnia.” There was a silence then, but short lived. Her answer only made him laugh, for the reason she had slipped quietly into his room was because of her cell phone had died. “Well, I have to thank your cell phone then, right?” Both brows were raised in abrupt question, and he turned his full attention towards her. “—-Or should I thank you?” In the darkness, he could feel her eyes on him, and the sweet stench of desire and liking for this girl. He’s had so many in this bed, but she was the first one he wasn’t like to forget.