My Way
THE OPTIMISTIC mentality that Eve still possessed was entirely entwined with Vincent and the previous night. It was the best date she had ever been on, though she would not admit it to Vincent. She not only wanted him in the sense of l**t but was eager to continue seeing him. He was intrinsically intriguing and genuine, and Eve heavily doubted that it was a guise. A self-made man that was testing the potential seriousness of another woman, which came from the suggestion of a mentor friend within Plexus. No matter that their conversation was light and pointless. It flowed magically with conviviality. Eve had yearned for him to take her the previous night. She fell asleep vividly imagining Vincent coming into her house, governing sensual foreplay over wine, and moving upstairs to bre
