Venessa's pov
I was woken up by the heavy arm on my waist. I turned around knowing all too well that it's Vincent. I caressed his face feeling lucky that he's my husband. Remembering our conversation yesterday, I can't help but feel a pang in my chest
. But it's not my fault, I was just trying not to get hurt. I say to myself, absently caressing his cheekbone that I didn't even notice that I woke him up.
"Good morning, my love" he spoke, his voice raspy as he just woke up, making me jump. I looked up to his grey eyes that were looking down at me intently. "G..Good morning" I replied stammering. "I'm really sorry about yesterday" I added looking down extremely embarrassed and guilty.
"Don't be sorry, my love" he said lifting my chin up to meet his grey eyes and I can't help but get hypn
