Midnight Cravings

"Hurts," Celine complained, hitting his arm.

"Serves you right for overthinking," Vance said through gritted teeth.

"I wasn't."

"It's written all over your face."

Celine let out a soft laugh.

His observation skills are pretty sharp.

Vance had rushed her out to avoid her seeing any potential confrontation. He knew the slightest thing could make her mind spin.

It was a woman's nature.

But that same