The sticky cobwebs of the first moments of waking up in the morning was a feeling that could not be replicated and only felt for a second before realization burst the bubble of the crystalized state. Her mind was foggy, but it was best for her not to think so much in the morning, as it always led to headaches and extra stress that she did not need.
Charlotte rubbed her eyes and yawned, pulling up the covers higher to cover her face. She didn't open her eyes to try and keep her dream-like state going. Her feet were warm, and she entangled them with the cool body heat radiating to her side. She sleepily mumbled before scooting closer to the icy skin that was cold to the touch.
She breathed in the scent that heated her to the depths of her bones before fluttering open her eyes. Her heart stuttered since she realized how close they were, and she moved back to try and put some space in between them.
Charlotte wished that she could snap shoot a photo right then and there because Vincent sleeping was an image that was honestly a loss to the world if not recognized.
His lips were tilted down even in his sleep, but his smooth complexion and thick eyelashes shined brighter than the sun. She pressed a hand to his cheek to try and warm him up a bit. The flush was returning back to his cheek before he opened up his eyes to smile at her.
"Good morning," he groggily whispered.
His voice was deeper in the morning, and she grinned in return. "Good morning."
Charlotte glanced back to the analog clock to see that it was in fact not morning at all and was noon. She rolled onto her back to stare at the ceiling, still trying to wake herself up. Vincent pulled her to his side, and Charlotte finally relented by putting her head on his shoulder.
"Are you hungry?" Vincent asked randomly.
She lifted a brow at him. "No, I'm fine."
He shifted her into his arms. "I'll order room service for you."
Charlotte laughed. "I'm okay."
Vincent leaned back to grab his phone that was charging on the bedside table and scrolled for a moment before putting it up to his ear and speaking a few words. Charlotte was practically tuning him out by that point and on the cusp of sleeping again when Vincent shook her awake.
"Aw, what," Charlotte murmured before burying her face in the pillow.
He pulled the pillow out underneath her, and Charlotte sighed before sitting up. Well, they have already slept in enough. She shook out her hair, letting the light brown strands cascade down her back. Vincent held her hair in his head before lifting it to his nose.
"Let's get up, Charlotte," Vincent said as he pulled her up and off the bed.
Charlotte squeaked at her feet meeting the cold hard wood floors, but she soon padded over to the bathroom and slammed the door in his face, locking it. "I'm calling the bathroom first!"
She could hear Vincent's husky laugh from the other side. "What can I do? You're already there."
Charlotte rolled her eyes despite him not being able to see it.
They jumped out of the car and onto the old and broken driveway that led to their destination that was obscured by tall wilting trees that Vincent was able to get a hold of from the hotel staff and drove to the address that Stone had given them which only ended up being thirty minutes away and encased in a small thicket of trees, large enough to be classified as the woods.
Charlotte had pressed her ear next to Vincent's when he was calling Stone earlier when they finally made it out after eating their late lunch and being off task, which was mostly on her part for exploring the hotel. She had her fill of food and sight-seeing before following Vincent back to the basement level of the hotel to get the show rolling.
From what she could make out from the phone call with Stone, it was what Vincent had told her yesterday for the plan along with more details that Charlotte saved for later in case it would come in handy.
Stone seemed to be someone who was strict and had a hard voice that matched his attitude although Vincent seemed completely unperturbed which Charlotte found funny.
Her knees were shaking crazily in the car before they left, and Vincent glanced back at her before putting a hand on her leg to try and calm her. She lifted a shoulder when he met her eyes to let him know that she was fine.
Charlotte knew that they were heading straight into the face of danger, but it seemed like a walk in the park for Vincent with no change in his expression.
She palmed the gun that was strapped to her thigh, feeling the ridges of the deathly weapon before leaning back in her seat and getting lost in her thoughts as the buildings whizzed by.