Ariana stirred awake to the low hum of the car engine and the faint scent of Vincen’s cologne that clung stubbornly to the air. For a moment, she didn’t move, enjoying the weird comfort. She wondered how the pillow managed to stay out and..strangely strong. She stirred again and her fingers slightly brushed what seemed to be human hands. That was when the realization hit her like a slap.
Her eyes flew open to see that she was resting very comfortably against Vincent. Her cheek pressed against his shoulder.
‘Oh, no.’
She shot upright so quickly that her ponytail nearly whipped her in the face. “—I-I’m so sorry,” she blurted, her voice slightly hoarse. Her heart raced as her mind scrambled to make sense of how she could have fallen asleep like that. “I didn’t mean to— I must’ve—” Her word
