Fifth night in a row. This was getting ridiculous. He couldn't understand why his own mind was playing this cruel game, making him suffer. It was just Arthur. Same arrogant, insensitive, pompous… beautiful Arthur. He groaned inwardly. Since when did he begin to think about his master's looks? But it wasn't about looks, was it? No, it was more than that, and it was much worse. It must be some sort of enchantment because there was no way he would lose sleep over HIM. He turned on his other side. If he could only get an hour. Just one. Just…