Kyla Jones POV
Vincent!!!!!
My heart skipped a beat when my eyes finally met the ones they’d been looking for, and something rushed inside of me, drowning in their intensity.
Vincent got up, his hands on his hip cursing and hissing but when his eyes landed on me he quickly straightened himself up acting like nothing happened just now.
I felt my heart skip a beat, but I was unable to look away, his eyes was pulling me into a endless trap.
I sunk more into the bed, covering myself through the blanket but I
peeped through it, turning all red.
Vincent strode towards me, correcting his messed up shirt and combed his hair with his hand. I studied him openly as he walked towards me.
He wore denim blue shirt and black pant and he looked like a true model on a runaway. Was he this muc
