Delaney didn't have a single bad dream that night. In fact, with her head resting on Vincent's chest and his unusually warm skin against her keeping her warm, she had lovely dreams that tended to involve them kissing.
When she woke up she stretched like a cat, feeling the warmth of him against her through her nightdress. The sky was still grey and cloudy but there was no rain now.
Vincent stirred and Delaney lifted her head to look down at him. When he finally opened his eyes and looked up at her, her smile mirrored his.
"Good morning my Lady," he spoke in a husky voice.
"Good morning my Lord," she purred, "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Mmmm," he chuckled, "My head has felt better. But having you here with me does help."
Delaney giggled, "It serves you right that your head hurts after all the trouble you made. I, however, like you very much anyway."
