Sarah
Vincent's eyes widen in surprise as my words hang in the air. A stunned silence follows, broken only by the sound of our labored breaths.
Then, unexpectedly, Vincent bursts into laughter. His deep, rumbling chuckles fill the room and echo off the walls. It's the laugh I loved earlier.
I watch as his laughter subsides, replaced once again by that cold, detached mask he wears so effortlessly. His eyes meet mine, and there is a flicker of something unreadable in them. I can't quite place it—perhaps confusion or curiosity—but it is quickly hidden beneath his usual stoicism.
"You are something else," he finally says, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Slaughtered a chicken with my p***s, huh? That's a new one."
"Aren't you going to ask me if I am okay?" I point out.
"Why wou
