Chapter 14Vincent did not sleep that night.
He alternated between pacing, wearing a new track in the carpet to work out his nervous energy, and casting himself into his armchair, worrying at his lip and plucking at a loose thread on the cushion. All the while he was thinking, desperately thinking, trying to find a way out of the situation he was trapped in.
Eventually the fire died down, and Vincent sat in the dark until the sun rose, tapping his finger against his chin as he ran through the same thought patterns over and over. Had Eiji really, deliberately trapped him in a love match, the one thing Vincent had been clear from the start he did not want? Could Eiji have done such a thing? Sweet Eiji, caring Eiji, beautiful Eiji, whom Vincent…whom Vincent loved?
Who somehow loved Vincent
