This again.. God.. Why wouldn't his thoughts just stop..? Law.. Wasn't able to get proper sleep since.. Well, you were all he could think about. Love's truly the death of peace of mind. Every time he closed his eyes, his thoughts would drift off to different scenes. The way you'd bend down to pick something up.. Or the way you'd break down in his arms at times. Your touch or the way you tasted.. Gosh.. He could never get enough of it. Before he could think properly, he found himself standing in front of your cabin's door, knocking softly as it was in the middle of the night.. He needed your presence or he'd go insane.