Vincent had grabbed her hand without her realising an his thumb traced circles on the back of her palm, at the end of her thumb. While Prudence was thinking an in shock, Vincent shifted closer to her. It made her pushed herself back against the headboard. He shifted once again and this time Prudence had nowhere to go. "I-I wish to keep the question for next time," she replied.
"Next time is fine," Vincent replied. He did not want to strain the girl.
Lucky enough she wasn't thinking a lit about the race but she now had only seven days until she rode between the professionals. More like women who had been trained well in good families. Which was why Vincent wanted to train her well. There was also a bet he had to win after all.
The topic had slipped out of Prudence's mind. She had Vincent and his naughty suggestions to worry about.
