Vincent’s POV
Her face had drained of blood. Just by staring into her eyes, I could tell how pissed she was, but had hidden it back there.
I exhaled slightly and closed the distance between us, my gaze affixed on her, “Why are you refusing a ride from me?” was all I could ask, because she was indeed acting like we were enemies.
She scoffed and glanced at my hand which held her, just signaling that I should let go of her. Then she responded, her voice calm, but her question so heavy to my ears, "Didn't we agree to stay away from each other?”
I f*****g forgot we made such a deal, but how was I supposed to tell Aniston and Melanie that we did?
“Okay, just now. I will give you a ride so it doesn't look vivid to others what's going on between us. I can't really come up with a lie, just tr
