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Nick was trying his best not to toss and turn the way he usually did, but he just couldn’t settle into sleep. It was past midnight, and he was wired. Too many thoughts churning in his brain, too many impressions and questions and embarrassing memories popping up, forcing him to run hot and cold and hot again.
Next to him, Dex was still, his breath steady.
Nick ran a hand over his forehead, turned onto his side, closed his eyes again.
The futon was hard and squeaked whenever he moved, which made him cringe, which made him aware of every movement, which made him tense, which made it impossible to fall asleep.
Oh, God. He wanted to be back home. At least, back in Dex’s bed in London. In his dorm would be ideal, but that certainly wasn’t an option.
The second he thought it, he felt ba
