"What do you mean she's gone?"
Vincent smiled smugly, leaning back in his chair. Evelyn was sitting up in bed, her long hair disheveled, stray locks falling over her eyes. She had a half-asleep look about her that was beyond f*****g adorable.
"Levina has business elsewhere." Standing he approached the bed. Evelyn watched his every step, her cheeks flushing. His shirt was tossed over an armchair, his feet still bare. The top button of his trousers were undone and he didn't miss the way Eve's eyes dipped downward before shooting back up to his face as she licked her lips. He shot hard as hell and nearly groaned. He knew she was remembering last night.
Vincent could still f*****g taste her.
Clearing her throat Evelyn said huskily, "It's not like her to just leave."
"I'm sure it's nothing
