That night, Julius couldn't stop thinking about Jakob. He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss and those soft lips against his own. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. His mind was filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Hate, revenge, control, and love. Or was it even love? All he wanted was to have some kind of control over the boy, no matter how many times he hit him or kicked him, he wouldn't submit to him. Most of all he hated his non-stop jabbering, he thought he was so clever but he was nothing. A nobody. He will submit to him, eventually. He yanked his blanket over his head and tried to sleep.