ANGEL
Everywhere we went, Vincent’s eyes followed me.
Too close.
Dark and watchful.
It was almost like he was expecting me to do something crazy at any given moment.
Maybe I would.
I’d just wanted to get somewhere I could breathe without feeling his presence in every corner. But he wasn’t even allowing me that freedom.
He was everywhere. Inescapable.
There might as well be no difference between sitting in this car ride with him and my own bedroom. Except there was, at least back in my room I was left alone without those dark gazes following me like camera lenses.
Right now, his thigh was inches from mine, and every time the car turned, the distance shortened.
His cologne filled the enclosed space—masculine and intoxicating. It made me think of before when that scent used t
