POV: Florence
I woke up to slow circles being traced against my bare hip, warm and lazy, the kind of touch that felt like it had been going on for a while before I ever surfaced. It took a couple of blinks before the room came into focus, all soft morning light and rumpled sheets and the unmistakable weight of him beside me.
Vince's brown eyes were already on me, dark and unhurried, a small smile pulling at his mouth like he'd been perfectly content to wait for me to wake up. Like he had nowhere else to be, nothing else worth his attention. I pushed my hair back and rubbed the last of the sleep out of my eyes, smiling back at him without even meaning to. There was something disarming about being looked at like that, like he'd rather watch me wake up than do anything else with his morning
