He gave me a concerned look as he squeezed my shoulder, "Are you okay?"
I blinked a few times and looked to my surroundings. My feet were on the mini-mattress in front of their door and I was on the brink of freezing to death due to this unbearable weather.
I could also feel Vince's hand. Yes, his hand.
It was like his hand were a totally different kind of cold- like it had its very own temperature on my skin. I could literally feel his veins and bones on my very own flesh.
The feeling was beginning to freak me out and so, without very much thought, I moved myself from his grasp and put one of the hands clutching my towel, onto my shoulder.
"Vincent," I began unconsciously, "That's your name. Right?"
Vince rubbed his eyes and began to talk very slow, "Yes. That's usually what Vince i
