Sarah
I pull the blanket over my head and pretend to fall asleep.
I feel him drop beside me and settle in, but I make no sudden movements.
Play dead, Sarah. It works for grizzly bears, so it should work for you, too, I tell myself.
"I know you aren't sleeping, Sarah."
My body tenses as Vincent's low, husky voice caresses my ear. "You don't know what you are talking about, Vincent. I am deep asleep, and you are disturbing it," I mumble, squeezing my eyes shut.
Vincent's hand brushes against my shoulder, his touch giving me goosebumps. "Nice try, but I'm not buying it," he murmurs, his warm breath tickling my skin.
I bite back a frustrated sigh, trying to maintain my façade of sleep. If I acknowledge him now, it'll only encourage him to keep pestering me. "Go away, pervert."
Vincent
