Chapter 63: They're Not Done
IT'S SO hot where I lie. I try to roll over but get stuck between the covers and a heavy bar that hangs against the side of my body. My fingers reach out expecting cool metal, but I'm met with the warm soft skin of a body. Realization hits me and I open my eyes to a dark morning lying in a bed on top of the city. The sun has not risen enough to light the sky, and the clouds hang low forming a light shade of gray.
Vincent moans behind me and his arm tightens, pulling me close. His sheets smell of laundry detergent, flowers, cologne, and sex. I pause for a moment trying to remember this scene exactly—the feeling of completeness I experience being held tightly in his arms. It's a memory I want to hold on to forever.