I don't have much blue in my wardrobe, but it is a highly overlooked color. There is no reason for Vincent to have women's brand-new attire in our hotel room. Is it possible he realized he left me with nothing to wear in a new city? My heart softens a fraction. For just a minute. Forty seconds tops.
Vincent Valiant is an ass who always thinks of business first, but in a small recess in the back of his mind for even a moment he thought of me last night. And not only during our kiss, but enough he recognized the need for a phone charger and clothes.
No one has ever worried about me this way. Not even my parents.
I give him way too many brownie points for the actions, but I can't help it.
It wasn't his problem, yet he took it on his own and solved it. What would it be like to have that mu
