Dawn
I roll my eyes when I look at Gwen. She seems to be everywhere, and now it's beginning to irritate me.
“I thought you two…!”
We detangle from our embrace.
“Just get the f**k out, Gwen!” Vincent yells and places a hand over his eyes.
Gwen glares at us, stamps her feet like a little child, then turns and leaves.
I shake my head, poor Gwen, trying to meddle in other people's business.
That's what you get, Gwen. Next time, stay out of our issues and stay away from Vincent.
“You look too happy,” Vincent comments, and I pursed my lips, casting my eyes away hastily. He chuckles at that, and my eyes fall on his shirtless form. He is well-built indeed, and there is the damn tattoo on his stomach. The damn tattoo that gave him away.
“What does the tattoo mean?” The intricate d
