Blanche's POV
I couldn't be bothered to set Vincent straight.
I simply said, "Go on, then."
Just before he left, Vincent planted a quick kiss on my forehead when I wasn't expecting it.
"Get some rest. I'll be right back," he whispered.
Then he was gone.
After Vincent walked out, I lay there completely awake, sleep nowhere to be found.
My mind kept replaying everything Vincent had done for me recently, every sweet thing he'd said.
I'd always figured Vincent had some hidden agenda with me, but even now, I had no idea what that could be.
Yet here was this man, willing to humble himself, even getting on his knees to wash my feet.
Such a small gesture, but coming from Vincent, it felt monumental.
I couldn't deny the way my heart responded, warmth creeping in despite my better judgment.
'But... what if Vincent actually means it when he's being good to me?' I kept second-guessing myself.
With all these thoughts racing through my head, sleep was impossible.
