A.N This is set during the first episode while Catherine is recovering. I don't own Beauty and the Beast.
He put his arm around my shoulders as I cuddled close to his side. I breathed in the scent of him and lost myself in the moment. How could someone I had known for such a short time have become such a part of me?
I know that if I were ever hurt again, I would want to come back here, to Vincent's side, rather than go to a conventional hospital.
I only wish I could see his face. He must look like an angel.
This is my first BatB story so please review.