Chapter 164 Sinful Hand

• Holding Vincy Shaw shouldn’t have been a big deal—it was already the second time. The real kicker was his arm: the hand that held her had somehow slid inside her pajama top. Thank God it wasn’t on her chest. His hand had slipped in from the back, and now it was wrapped around her bare back under the fabric.
• Ben Walton’s head buzzed. Cold sweat almost broke out. He didn’t dare imagine what Vincy would do if she woke up. He was kind of scared, sure, but that soft, warm feel against his palm—and the flood of wild thoughts in his head—sent a hot rush through him.
• He took stock of the situation. He was supposed to be on the left side of the bed, little Annie in the middle, Vincy on the right. Last time, Vincy had rolled toward him. This time, it was obvious he’d crossed over Annie and ended up on Vincy’s side. He had no clue how he’d sleepwalked past Annie to curl up with Vincy. All he knew was Annie was now on the left, while he and Vincy were tangled up on the right. One arm of his was out, Vincy sleeping on it; that same hand had slipped into her pajama top. Down below, Vincy’s pale thighs were wrapped tight around his leg.