Shana
My eyes are locked on Vincent. I expect him to be defensive about what I said, but instead, he slyly smiles. “The only people with the power to hurt you are people you care about - would you agree?”
I’m so shocked that if this were a cartoon, my jaw would be somewhere on the floor. Is he trying to suggest that I care about him? That he is special to me? He is, but it’s not like I would EVER admit that out loud. There is too much to lose, and Vincent would most definitely laugh.
I avert my eyes. “I...I don’t know.”
Vincent scoops some food into his mouth. I watch him press his tongue to the underside of the spoon. I’m unsure why I’m so drawn to his lips, but I am. They don’t belong to a male. They are far too sensual.
Those same lips pull into a smile. “I have a guesthouse righ
