Julian's POV
I could not sleep well. At one time I had to spend around thirty minutes in the washroom because of restlessness. I envied Ophelia. She was sound asleep, her legs sprawled on the bed. One thing about her was that she did not know how to sleep, she kept the blanket to herself and sometimes I had to hold on to the bedpost to avoid falling. The first time I had told her about her sleeping habits, she had vehemently denied it. I had laughed while watching her knowing very well that she knew how bad she slept. It did not even matter to me as long as I felt her warmth in bed. She could sleep however she wanted as long as it was in my bed and not any other bed.
I walked towards the love chair and sat on it. Any time I was stressed about the pack, I lost sleep and became restless.
