Nyelle
“You drink now?”
That was the very first thing Vincent asked the moment he opened the door. Not where had I been, or if I was okay.
His hands rested casually inside his pockets while he stared at me coldly from the doorway, his sharp eyes scanning me with visible disapproval.
Behind him, the bright lights from inside the house spilled across the entrance while I stood there leaning weakly against Nico’s chest trying desperately not to lose my balance completely.
The alcohol in my system made everything spin slightly, but even through the dizziness, I could still feel the familiar ache Vincent always left inside me whenever he looked at me like I was some embarrassing inconvenience.
I raised my hands immediately, my movements slightly messy from being drunk.
“Yes. Do you have
