Another night has passed. But this time, it is no longer as cold as the nights she had. Underneath her is a warm muscled body carrying her weight as her upper body lies on his naked chest. His thick greyish hair from the chest down to his navel is starting to tickle her now that she's already half conscious. His breathing pattern luling her back to sleep and if it isn't for the phone that kept on ringing on the side table, she would have been lost in dreamland with him holding her so close like this.
Groaning, Gabrielle reaches for the bloody phone, turning off the alarm that cut her dreams. With squinting eyes, she checks on the time. It's past nine in the morning! She has tens of meetings and deals to close today and she still on bed---no, not on bed.
She's still on Vincent! Lying almo
