JORDAN'S P.O.V.
I tap my feet slowly on the floor as I waited for Vincent. I wasn't exactly sure how long he would take, but I hoped he would be back sometime soon. I needed to talk to him.
He probably needed to see his mother. Could the tantrum she threw earlier be because she missed him? Because she recognized the scent, or could there be something more?
I hated to think of something else, something that could go deeper than this. Every time I try, all I end up seeing are his eyes. The way they glistened with tears that he was holding back. The way the veins of his forehead popped out when he spoke.
I swallowed, then stood up and peeled the shirt off me. I walked towards the bath, my hair falling in front of me. The bath was cold, and I laid back, taking the time to think.
Suddenly,
