Vincent's POV
My arm was around someone.
My subconscious registered that before I opened my eyes, the weight of another person beside me, warmth and the softness of the body next to me. I instantly panicked when I remembered the last time I woke up like this, I didn’t want a repeat.
My eyes opened and I sighed out in relief to see it was Rachel with her back to me and her hair fanning across the pillow. They widened as I panicked once more. What if Rachel was the latest victim from my wandering hands. I am not sure she would ever forgive me.
Unlike Camilla, she would not be making me meals, I would sleep in prison for touching her. Oh God, I do not want to go to jail.
I sat up fast.
She stirred and turned and looked at me with half-open eyes.
"Nothing happened," she said, before I'd
