Vincent's POV
Her smile is bright and warm. I watch as she runs towards Brent to pull his hair; it brings this ray of sunshine to my dark heart, and I don't know how to explain it.
"That's enough chase for the day," I mutter as I am already getting infuriated by their closeness. I know they're just friends, but I often feel possessive and jealous when I see Lacy and Brent together.
"Is that jealousy I sense, Vincent?" Brent teases.
I scowl playfully at him, and he runs out.
"Now, as we were," I said as I reached out for Lacy's hands.
She places her hands on mine, and I walk, hand in hand, back into our room. It is cozy now, feeling more like.... Home.
"Sit," I order, my voice calm. As she sits, I take off her slippers carefully and place her on the bed.
She watches with a smile as
