Sarah
Boredom seeps into my bones as I mindlessly scroll through f*******:. Vincent has been busy, and when he came home, he went straight to sleep. He hadn't been pouncing on me, and I should be relieved, but...I am almost disappointed.
Ugh! Something is definitely wrong with me!
Facebook is also doing nothing to cure my boredom. Nothing but washed-up high school friends posting selfies of their perfect lives and humble brags of their latest vacations makes me want to hurl the phone across the room.
But then suddenly, an ad catches my eye: Dance Class.
I slam the phone down, my pulse racing. I need this.
Vincent's study door creaks open as I storm in, chest heaving. He glares up from his desk, annoyance etched into his sharp features. "What is it now, Sarah?"
I jut out my chin and
