The next morning, Vincent pulled up in front of Keisha's apartment.
Sarah sat beside him, still half-asleep despite having showered. Vincent had been insatiable the night before-and so had she. They'd gone at it again on the bed and once more under the warm spray of the shower.
"We're here," Vincent said softly.Sarah blinked back to reality.
Vincent exhaled deeply, resting his head against the steering wheel for a moment before turning to her.
"I don't want to let you go.
"Sarah swallowed hard, her heart clenching.
"Then don't."
He reached for her hand, his fingers warm, rough, and familiar.
"Sarah... you don't know what you're asking for."
"I do," she whispered, eyes locked on his.
"I know exactly what I want."Silence stretched between them-heavy, thick, and charged.
Then
