Vincent’s POV
The taste of her saliva, how she held my shirt and squeezed it, made me unable to end this moment.
I wanted it to continue, I didn't want to let her go, but I had no f*****g option at that point.
Deep down, I knew she would feel hurt. I knew she would count it as me using her to catch my breath, but what I didn't expect to hear from her was that my silence meant that I was angry, and that I used her to calm my nerves.
If heaven isn't mad at me for yearning for my daughter's best friend, then it would bear me witness that every moment I shared with her back there was for the love I had for her.
Lola won't believe it, but my feelings for her were true, although it was taboo.
We would be the talk of the town if we ended up as lovers and made it public. I wouldn't want he
