Vince was avoiding me.

Minutes ago, he'd opened the door. I curled up in excitement and anticipation. His overwhelming scent engulfed the room, sending waves to every inch of my body.

But then he'd shut the door and left. Like he'd done last night. He didn't wanna talk to me. He was avoiding me.

That thought echoed in my head, bringing me to tears. My sheets were getting soaked. My eyes were beginning to hurt, but I couldn't stop the tears.

My heart ached so badly, and there was nothing ...