"Dorothy, what are you afraid of?" Vincent propped himself up and leaned closer to her, his magnetic voice tinged with temptation.
His tone carried a hidden joy, like a devil using a gentle voice to lure his followers. 'Is she defining our relationship with love? Is she telling me that she has already fallen for me?'
A flicker of embarrassment flashed in Dorothy's mind, feeling as if her secret had been exposed.
She abruptly retreated to the edge of the bed, nearly falling off.
Vincent extended his long arm and pulled her into his embrace. "Silly girl, you get scared so easily."
Dorothy's face pressed against his chest. The fresh scent of his body wash mingled with the intense male hormones, making her blush furiously.
Reflecting on the moment, she realized she had been frightened by
