Lacy's POV
Once I was sure that she was no longer there, I ran back to where I had come from. I enter the room and slam the door as if I am being chased.
"What is wrong with you?"
I turn to see Vincent still in the room, a towel hanging loosely from his waist, with beads of water dripping down his chest. He must have just come from the shower.
Do I tell him?
Vincent eyes me and then turns away, walking to the wardrobe to pick out his clothes.
He goes back into the bathroom, and when he comes out fully clothed, he finds me still in the same spot with the basket in my hands and trembling like I just got struck by lightning.
"Is anything wrong with you?" He asks again, but I don't say anything.
I finally feel my legs, and I walk off to my side of the bed.
Vincent ignores me and
