Lacy's POV
I spoke too soon.
I wake up on Vincent's chest with his hand on the lower part of my back. I try to move, but he holds me tighter.
"Stay." He breathes into my ear, and for some reason, I listen to him.
We stay like that for a while until my bandage starts to come off. "I need to get up, Vincent."
He sighs and loosens his hand, allowing me to slide off the bed.
He still lies in bed while I go off to the bathroom to change my bandage.
I am struggling with rolling the gauze. Maria is usually the one to help me.
The door opens, and Vincent strolls in.
"Can I help?"
I flinch a little when his hand rests on my shoulder, but if he feels it, he doesn't comment on it.
"So, can I?"
He looks so excited to help me, so I hand over the bandage to him.
His hand runs through m
