Having him here watching over her made her feel safe and protected and soon she felt her eyelids start to droop. "Sorry, I shouldn't be keeping you awake," Vincent apologized. "No, don't leave," she begged, and before she realized what she was doing, she'd reached out and gripped his arm. "Are you sure?" "Yes. I… I don't want you to go." "Alright." He reached up and pushed her hair out of her face, studying her eyes. She hoped he didn't find the emotions she was trying very hard to hide. "You should still sleep." His fingers were still running through her hair. "Hmm, keep doing that and I'll be out in no time." The blush was back on his cheeks and per her request, he continued weaving through her hair, causing her breathing to deepen. She knew she'd been worried about something before he'd shown up… something to do with her father, but right now she had no idea what it was. "Why would you die for me," he asked, so quietly she wasn't sure he'd spoken at all. "What kind of question is that?" "I just… the things I've done… I don't deserve to have someone give their life up for me." She forced her eyes fully open now, searching his face. "You don't see yourself very clearly. You're a good person… more than that, you're a great man. What you've done… you didn't have control over that. The fact that you want to do what's right, that you hate yourself for the wrong, that proves you're not a monster, no matter what you look like when you get angry." "So, you saved me because I'm a good man?" There was more to that question, but she wasn't sure she was ready to delve into that area of their relationship yet, mostly because she didn't fully understand it herself. "I was willing to die to protect you because… I care about you. I care about you too much to let anything happen to you." He wasn't fully pacified, but the smile was back in his eyes. "While we're on the subject, why are you always so intent on protecting me," she pushed, interested in seeing the way his breathing hitched. "Because… I care about you too. I couldn't live with myself if anything ever happened to you." His eyes burned into hers, scorching her from the inside out and as tiny specks of light flitted across her vision, she realized she'd forgotten to breath. She inhaled, breaking the highly tense moment, but also pulling on her stitches. "The couch probably isn't the best place to sleep when you're recovering from a knife wound," Vincent suggested. "But the bed's so far away." Vincent stood and without warning, slid his arms up under her body, gently lifting her off the couch. She didn't protest; being in his arms felt unbelievably good. She laid her head over on his shoulder, breathing in the scent that was purely him. When he laid her down on her bed, careful not to jostle her, she regretted the loss of the warmth of his body. Closing her eyes, she felt hi***id the covers up over her and then the shift of the bed as he settled in next to her. She knew she should protest to this, but he just made her feel so safe. His hand when back to work in her hair and she drifted off to the most peaceful sleep she'd had in months. 看不懂的google翻译吧,话说这妹子文写的太好了,剧情也好TAT 顺便坐等歪歪更新。。。瞬间觉得fanfiction比编剧大妈们强悍太多了啊~~~