I turned to watch Vincent, and he was gauging me, his eyes slowly roaming my face.
"Feels nice to know that you are scared I would leave. I am not too keen on being compared to your ex. Or talking about him. Or constantly being reminded of his existence."
His fingers moved my hair, and his body hovered above me. A small smile lifted his lips.
"I went to get a dress you could change into. But you look better in my shirt. Just like you do with me."
Slowly, he moved away from me, the. Reached for the band in his hair. His hair was silky, had this wet look all the time, and teased his shoulders.
"I am going to take a bath, and I will join you here. I am not going to pretend to be a gentleman and leave you here."
I swallowed as he slowly walked away, his right finger sinking into his ha
