He leaned back slowly, warm hands still cupping my cheeks.
“Why were you crying?” he asked, voice low and calm, eyes searching mine.
My fingers clutched the front of his shirt at his waist. “Because… I really missed you.”
A soft laugh escaped him. “Whenever you miss me, call me immediately. I’ll come to you. Don’t cry again.” His thumb gently wiped away my tears.
I nodded.
“And I really love this watch,” he said, glancing down. It was upside down. He chuckled. “You didn’t even put it on properly.”
I laughed and reached for his hand to fix it, still giggling softly.
“You aren’t a good learner, you… you…” he teased, watching me struggle.
“Vincent,” I said, amused, finally turning the watch the right way. “Now it’s good, right?”
He shook his head playfully.
I laughed harder. He shoo
