Vincenzo Dante Volkov;

"Are you okay?" Little Mouse asked the moment she returned from the bathroom. My stress must have been written all over my face.

"Why were you using my laptop late last night?" I asked, trying to sound casual. Her eyebrows shot up.

"Nothing important... I was just checking something," she replied, brushing it off. I pulled her into a hug, needing the comfort more than I wanted to admit.

"I don’t know if I’m losing it or not," I confessed, the emotions ...