55. You Are Under Arrest

I gazed at Victory's sleeping form lying next to me, my eyes roaming over her restful face, the steady rise and fall of her chest and pulled her close. I gave a quick peck on her temples before I lay myself down beside her.

I could get used to this.

Having her next to me, on my bed. Inhaling her scent of lavender and vanilla, basking in the warmth of her body, the softness of her curves moulding perfectly with my larger frame. I watched in adoration at the way her mouth parted when she sleeps, a soft snore escaping those pink plump lips. 

My eyes drifted and slowly sleep overtook me. 

Two hours later, a huge commotion roughly pulled me away from my slumber. I heard Victory shouting, "No!" at the top of her lungs and my body automatically bolted upright, my heart thumping wildly, my eyes wide as my sluggish brain tried to keep up, trying to piece things together and identify what was happening. 

Where is she?