She tossed for what seemed like the hundredth time but this time, gave up and opened her eyes, staring straight upwards at the ceiling which was nothing more than a blur of white with little pinpoints of light to her natural vision. Her thoughts were jumbled and her blood still hummed with something, anger......desire......she wasn't sure. She personally liked to think it was the first option. There were so many whys in her head, why had she gone out of her way to stand up for Tristan? Why did she feel this growing urgency to make him feel better? There had been no shared words between them on the ride back home, they had both just been too occupied with their thoughts. She doubted they would even know where to start from if they were to talk to each other. And that was exactly why she had
