No matter how hard I tried, it just wouldn’t.It was understandable. How could I sleep, how could my mind find any kind of rest, when my thoughts were just about to drive me crazy? How could I find any kind of comfort when my heartbeats were racing against each other, thumping hard against my ears, along with Andrew’s steady ones that I was able to hear clearly as I lay on top of him in the sky.The thought of how humans were in danger was enough to keep me fully alert; not only that, no, I felt as if my blood was boiling inside of me. The need to run and just – do something was so great that I felt every inch of my body aching. Though I had no idea what to do or where to go, I just couldn’t help the need inside of me. The need to help, to protect, to save.I turned my head to the other side over Andrew’s chest, sighing. His skin felt so soft and incredibly warm, but it was hard like marble, tight and all muscles. I wanted to stay there forever, over his chest, enjoying his warmth and the sound of his even breaths and heartbeats.
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