Blanche's POV
Vincent sprawled across my bed, gripping the corner of my blue blanket and breathing in deeply, like he was getting high off my scent. The guy acted like he couldn't get enough.
I frowned at him. "Vincent, my brother's right next door. One shout from me and he'll be here in seconds. Better climb back out that window before I call the cops for breaking and entering."
He rolled over to face me, flashing that cocky smile. "Come on, don't be so cold. Since I'm already here, can't I get a little taste of your sweetness before I go?"
His eyes sparkled with that playful mischief that always got him in trouble.
The window hung open, letting in the bitter October night air that made me shiver.
I remembered shutting that window this morning before leaving—it had been raining. The bastard must've snuck in through there.
