Blanche's POV
Vincent collapsed against me, his full weight pressing down as he shut his eyes and buried his face in my shoulder. Each breath he took was deep and deliberate, the warm air hitting my ear and making my skin break out in goosebumps.
I was practically naked—my shirt barely pulled on, my entire torso exposed. I hadn't even gotten my bra back on yet.
Instinctively, I hunched forward, wrapping my arms around myself, trying desperately to cover what I could.
Vincent kept his hands locked together across my stomach, not wandering anywhere else.
My body turned to stone. I didn't dare fight him.
One wrong move and he'd see everything.
But then his breathing shifted, getting slower and deeper as sleep started to take him. The soft sound of him drifting off filled my ear.
I froze completely, not knowing what to do. Moving even slightly felt impossible.
Still, under his weight, I couldn't help the tiny shiver that ran through me.
