JORDAN'S P.O.V.
Vincent was holding on to my pinky finger by the time I woke up. His face was close, his lashes moving lightly, his breaths even. Inwatched him for a while, my eyes taking in his features. I moved so I would be lying on my side, watching him. Sometimes, he felt so different. Sometimes, he was just Vince. Not even Vincent. Not Alpha Vincent. Just Vince.
I leaned slowly to him, my eyes moving across his face. I started to move my hand to touch his face when I stopped, catching myself. What was I doing?
I shook my head, then slowly got out of bed. I pushed away the reluctance I felt, then walked to the bath to freshen up. My eyes squinted into the mirror. If I do remember clearly, the omega had said something about a ceremony.
I turned to the door, then slowly walked out
