Babysitting the Billionaire's son
And though Vince stood there, steady as the tide, a part of me drifted further and further away, carried off by a current only I could feel.
What is this strange feeling? It lingers quietly inside me, like a dull ache pressing against my chest. It is aching, and I don’t understand why. It’s as if I am missing someone—someone I love deeply, someone I cannot name. Yet when I search my memories, when I look around me, there is no one to miss. I only have Vince in my life, and that should be enough. That should be everything.
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