Shana
After one hell of a night with the weirdest dreams ever, I stir awake in the hospital bed. My eyelids feel like someone has glued weight atop them. It takes a while to regain my eyesight and process what I’m seeing, or rather who.
Slightly tanned skin that is still a bit brown from the summer sun and full lips. It startles me to see Vincent’s gorgeous face so close to mine. Thick eyelashes are resting on his chiseled cheekbones, and blood immediately rushes to my head when I realize he is hugging me in his sleep.
His muscular arms press me into his chest, and my nose gets buried between two very defined pectoral muscles. I’m seriously on cloud nine, or would be if this wasn’t my goddamn enemy cuddling me!
What is Vincent doing here? Did he fall asleep by mistake? I was free to le
