Delaney took off her dress and the layers with it until she was wearing just her underdress. Crossing her arms nervously over her chest, Vincent pulled back the blankets for her and let her slip under them.
Her pulse was racing. She had never been dressed this starkly in front of a man before. Her cheeks burned and she felt self-conscious of every part of herself now.
Delaney's heart beat fast as Vincent pulled the blankets over himself as well, not bothering to change. He groaned as he moved until he was laying down.
"Does it hurt very badly?" she whispered, watching him and trying to relax.
"The stitches just pull," he sighed, "But it will heal quickly I'm sure. Don't let it worry you."
He blew out the candles by the bed but didn't bother with the others. Delaney watched him in the flickering light cast by them. She looked at his scars and worked to not let them frighten her.
