Sarah
When I woke up in the morning, I was surprised to find him still next to me, his body warm against mine, his arms wrapped tightly around me.
I can't help but smile, grateful for this small moment of tenderness between us. In the past, he had always left before I woke up, leaving me feeling abandoned and alone. But this time, he stayed.
Maybe he is finally starting to warm up to me.
I trace my fingers along the contours of his chest, memorizing every dip and curve. It is hard to believe that this beautiful, troubled man is real and that he is here with me.
And he is mine.
Yup, I have decided. Vincent is mine whether he likes it or not.
I nuzzle his chest, a small giggle escapes me as his chest hair tickles my nose.
"Wha..." he mumbles in his sleep and tightens his embrace.
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