Shana
I wake up in Vincent’s bed the day after we had dinner and s*x. His big arms are still wrapped around me, and I can feel his warm breath hitting my scalp. He is lightly snoring, which makes me snicker and writhe in his arms.
“Hey, big guy?” I ask when I realize I ain’t going anywhere unless Vincent releases me. “Could you stop snoring?” I want to say something about him holding me too tight, but I secretly like it - I don’t want him to stop.
Vincent breathes a laugh in my ear. “I don’t snore...”
I deadpan. “You do.”
He chuckles and buries his face in the crook of my neck, kissing the area. “Maybe...what time is it?”
“Oh, we are definitely late for our classes.”
“Well, I don’t really care,” Vincent freezes then. “My coach, however, is going to beat my ass if I’m late for soccer
