Lacy's POV
I groan as I sit up, trying to adjust my vision to the dull lighting of the room. I feel a hand on mine, and instantly, I freeze up.
Who was in my bed?
I slowly turn, and I am faced with Vincent. He is sprawled on the bed with his upper body bare, and he's sleeping so peacefully.
My mind slowly remembers all that happened last night.
His hand is on my waist, and I slowly peel it off so that I can stand up.
A sharp pain radiates from my centre and shoots up my spine, making me fall to the bed with a thump. I wince in pain.
Was I bruised down there? He was too rough last night. I lay back in bed and slammed my hand to my face. Why do I keep getting tempted to be with him every time? I should have at least tried to resist. I should have done better.
A tear slips from
