Chapitre 51: Fifty One

I ruffled my hair, unbuttoning the first couple of buttons on my shirt for good measure. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, confident and alluring, and with the distinct glow of spending a whole evening with Vincent. Maybe this'll convince him to get a little naughty with me tonight.

I grinned to myself at the dirty thoughts filling my head, a light blush colouring my cheeks. A knock sounded on my open room door and I quickly turned around to face Vincent, adjusting my smug expression.

"Hey. Sorry about that. I just got off the phone with my sister," he grimaced, "Anya's throwing a fit because she wants to stay the night over there."

"Oh..." This is perfect. "It's fine, we can always pick her up in the morning."

"Yeah, but..." He made a thoughtful face, "I'm not used to having her sleep over anywhere else."

"It's fine. She's your sister. She'll take care of her.'

"I know, I know. I don't doubt it. But I can't help feeling worried."