Eva
I must've dozed off for a few hours in Vincent's arms. “What time is it?” I ask.
He says, “3 a.m.”
“Well, I'm hungry.”
He chuckles, “I'll be right back, don't move.” He pulls on his underwear and heads to the kitchen. I get up and use the restroom. I brush my hair and put it into a ponytail. I open the door to get back into bed, and he's standing by the bed waiting for me with a tray in his hands.
“What did you find?” I ask.
“Wine for you. Blood for me. I brought some cake and chicken for us both,” he says.
I smile, “Thank you.” I am not used to being cared for like this. It will take some getting used to. We sit on the bed and eat. It felt oddly normal. He sets the tray on the floor and pulls a box out from his side table. It is black with a gorgeous silver bow.
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