86. HI, I’M GRACE

VINCENT

She sat across me in the bar; we were both seated at the bartender table and we had been silent for long minutes since I arrived after her.

For the first few minutes, I was okay with just watching her face, amused that she had respected my choice and come without makeup like I had asked. Her skin was glowing under the dim lighting and her blue, sleeveless mini dress was glued to her body in such a manner that I momentarily wanted to take its place.

Hell, fuck the 'momentarily' bullshit.

I tore my eyes away from the thin straps of the dress that looked like they were barely hanging on for dear life due to the fullness of her tits, and I glanced back at her face.

"Are we going to talk or are we going to avoid each other's eyes all night?" I questioned, breaking the annoying silence. Of course, she was the only one doing the avoiding. I was not doing any of that shit.

She shrugged, flashing me a fake, irritated smile, "Well, which one would you like to have?"

I smiled back, then