36- Hers

After their heartily confession, becoming a real couple they returned to Annalise’s place. Vincent found his paradise in her proximity, in her arms.

That was all he desired at the moment, to be near the one his heart treasured more than he could fathom. He wanted nothing but her.

“We are home.”

Annalise called, gesturing to Vincent to remove the hand he glued to her shoulder.

“We?- Oh, hey, Vincent.”

Mr White saw, eyes widened to find once enemies close enough to invade personal space.

“Hey.” Grinning, Vincent waved at Mr White.

Frowning, he folded his arms. He didn’t know about their fake dating or any attraction.

“May I know why you are holding my daughter’s shoulder? I didn’t not give you permission to be touchy with her.”

“Because we are-”

Vincent was about to tell him happily but Annalise stopped him.

“He had a drink or two. I didn’t want him to fight his Father so I thought about dropping him here.”

“Did he even drink? It didn’t seem like it.” Mr White inquired