Amara pov
Vincent dozed on my bed, the room bathed in moonlight. Getting him up there had been tough, but he really needed the rest.
I settled on the floor, deciding to stay close. His snores helped me relax, even though the floor wasn't comfy.
Suddenly, he started moving a lot, like he was having a bad dream. I jumped up, worried.
"Vincent, wake up," I said quietly, hoping to calm him down.
He kept tossing and turning, stuck in a scary dream. Kneeling by the bed, I kept calling his name, trying to bring him back from whatever was bothering him.
"Amara?" he mumbled, sounding worried.
"It's okay, Vincent. You're safe," I said, relieved as he began to wake up from the bad dream.
He opened his eyes, looking a bit confused. When he saw me, he seemed grateful but also a bit frustrated.
"Thanks," he said, still sounding a bit bothered.
"No worries," I replied with a reassuring smile, staying close by in case he needed more comfort.
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The night pressed on, enveloping the room in shadows as Vincent lay sound asleep on the bed. My heart ached for him sleeping uncomfortably on the floor, so I quietly slipped under the covers beside him.
Wanting to offer warmth and reassurance, I gently moved closer. As he slept deeply, his hand instinctively found its way around me, pulling me closer in a subconscious need for comfort.
We found calm in the gentle embrace, unexpectedly drawing closer, finding comfort in the quiet of the night.
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Chapter 4 🥰🥰 it's little short mb 🙂
Sooo cute and innocent ready for the smut
