VINCENT'S P.O.V
My brows furrowed as my mind reeled, my chest heaving hard. Why did my mum have such violent reactions to Jordan's smell?
"Toast?"
I snapped out of my reverie, and Tyler was standing in front of me, a small smile on his lips as he took my glads of beer. My eyes thinned as he downed it, then smiled.
"It wasn't even that good. Nothing from you is."
"Maybe because you keep taking my leftovers, Tyler. Of course, I took the better part."
He chuckled, then turned away. "Crazy. I would have sworn you were the one who was obsessed with the scraps I left on my plate. You are so desperate that you took her from me."
"And you are so desperate that you want her back." I slowly stood up. "I would love to support your small clown business, but Jordan's trying out clothes and hopi
