Chapter 8
I was worried about Vincent.
That first night he slept hard, and didn’t wake again until mid-morning. At that point, he turned me over and f****d me hard until we were both too sated to move. We both slept then, and Vincent stayed in bed long after I got up. When he eventually emerged, he had showered and I had dinner on the table. It was nothing special, just a beef and vegetable soup with a loaf of freshly baked bread. I’d made the soup from scratch but I’d picked up the bread from the deli close to work. Vincent kissed me in appreciation before he sat at the table.
“This looks and smells fantastic,” he murmured.
I wasn’t much of a cook, but I took the compliment anyway. I waited for him to eat some of the soup before I gently queried, “Are you okay? You look better, but no
