Vincent
"Stop giving me that look," I grumble, trying to nudge Sarah away, but she just snuggles in closer.
"What look?" Sarah asks with wide eyes.
"Don't act innocent," I say, trying to hide a smile. "You know what I'm talking about."
"I really don't," she protests. "Why don't you enlighten me, Vincent?"
"You are looking at me like...like...you are in love with me or something," I say.
Sarah's cheeks flush a delicate shade of pink, and she averts her gaze for a moment before meeting mine again.
"Well, maybe I am," she admits softly, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.
I pause, caught off guard by her admission. For a moment, I'm rendered speechless, unsure of how to respond to her unexpected confession.
"What the hell are you saying?" I manage to let out, my voice betraying my
