“So you went to all that stress of waking up early to prepare a meal for me,” he said calmly, his voice deep and quiet—the kind that made my stomach flip even though he wasn’t trying.
I nodded shyly, cheeks burning again.
He knows. He really knows I did it for him.
“Juliet…”
He stepped closer.
Gaze steady on mine.
“Don’t ever be afraid to face me. I will always—always—appreciate and be grateful for whatever comes from you.”
I smiled.
That one sentence alone lit something warm and bright inside me—something I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
He got even closer.
His hand rose slowly, sliding across my shoulder, then down my back.
“Vincent… what are you trying to do here? In the office?”
My voice came out small, uncertain.
I definitely don’t know what I’m thinking right now.
“We
