Liz woke up the next morning, feeling incredibly comfortable and strangely relaxed.  She felt something warm against her body, and slowly opened her eyes to see what she was snuggling against.  She went wide-eyed as she saw a male chest in front of her.  She slowly looked up and saw that the toned body belonged to Vincent.  Her cheeks werw flushed once again as she stared at him in disbelief, 'when did he get in my bed?!'.<br/><br/>She slowly tried to push herself out of the lock her had around her body, she must of turned over in her sleep.  "V-Vincent..." She said as she tried to wake him up.  She wanted to know why he had snuck into her room and slept in her bed with her.  The very idea was so weird and out of place for someone like Vincent to think of.  That's when she remembered her mischievious neighbor and mentally face-palmed.  'Well that explains everything.....that stupid little meat head..' she thought.