Blanche's POV
Vincent's eyes tracked me as I yanked the blanket up to my chin.
He could tell I wasn't actually trying to sleep—I just wanted him to stop talking.
Vincent didn't call out my little performance. He let me have it.
But lying there in the quiet, I actually did drift off.
Vincent must've gotten drowsy too because he slumped over and dozed beside my hospital bed.
Some time later, a sharp ringtone jolted us both awake.
My phone. I fumbled for it, but Vincent was already holding it out to me.
When I reached for it, my fingers grazed his skin. That tiny contact sent heat racing through me.
I grabbed the phone and saw Demetrius's name lighting up the screen.
"Hi, Demetrius," I answered softly.
His voice carried worry. "A colleague mentioned you took time off work."
I kept it simple. "Just feeling a bit off, so I'm taking a break. Nothing to worry about, really."
He still sounded concerned. "Where are you? I'd like to come by."
