Penelope’s POV:
“You know, most people do something like a fancy dinner for a first date.”
Vincent glances at me. His eyes shine through the eye holes of his white peacock mask. He spins me delicately under his arm and catches me, his grip on the small of my back firm and hot.
“I’m not most people for one. And two, you like masks. I thought you’d love this,”
I try to focus on the music. It’s hard, with his warmth and scent wrapping around me like a cocoon, and his body flush against mine.
“Thorne likes masks. Penelope doesn’t.”
“What does Penelope like then?” His voice drops as he says my name. He drops me, his eyes burning into mine.
My breath catches in my throat and I swallow hard. “That’s for her to know, and for you to never find out.”
His reply is a short lived laugh. “I
