Shana
I look down at my thighs. Would it be wise to spend time with Vincent right now? Since I just lost my mom, I might get overly attached to him, which probably isn’t a good thing. And yet, despite knowing that, I still want to be with him.
“No, I would rather be with you,” I force myself to look up at Vincent. He is staring at me, and I blush. “I’ve missed you and...I-I didn’t mean to stand you up yesterday. I was on my way, but then my mom she...”
“You don’t need to explain anything.”
We drive in comfortable silence. Vincent easily maneuvers in the busy traffic. The car smells delightful, as does Vincent, and it’s hard not to steal glances at his long fingers as they clutch the steering wheel. He is so sexy. Every time our eyes meet, I feel my heart racing. I should be sad and gri
