Vincenzio plopped down on the couch in her living room. The dimmed light was kept on, as Melanny didn't intend to stay long tonight. She planned to go to bed straight after coming home. But what she didn't expect was for Vincenzio to follow her up to her house.

Melanny handed him a glass of water as she offered it. Cold, to cool his head, which probably ran too fast before processing it. Vincenzio took the cup while his eyes stared at her in a complicated expression. Vincenzio had never met a woman as complicated and unpredictable as this one.

"Thank you," he said, even though he was not sure...