VINCENT'S P.O.V
I wasn't sure what was going on or why Jordan tasted so much like tears. I wasn't sure why she was trembling so much, why her hands were all over me so desperately, her breaths so damn unsteady.
But she was kissing me like it would be the very last time she would get to do so. Like she hadn't kissed me in years.
Her hand came to my face, her thumb pressing down lightly on my cheeks, her lips parting against mine. She broke into a laugh, her head lowering as she broke the kiss, her palms lightly covering her face.
I swallowed, then slowly sat up, my lips parting as I leaned back on the headboard. Did I fall unconscious? It felt that way. I felt weak, but strangely good, strangely agile. Still a bit weak. It felt like I was a convalescent.
"Jordan?" I said, my eyes slo
