Homeward
Vincent:
The anger buzzed under my skin—I knew if I made a scene in the middle of the crowded airport, it would only make her angrier. Last I saw her, she was open to kissing me—but we both knew that was wrong.
All of this was wrong.
The more distance I had between us, the clearer I could think. I would imagine she would be the same—fuck. This burn for her only amplified by this thirst. Eating clean kept me from craving like I used to, but being near her made it much worse. I might as well have been drooling like a hungry dog.
Not willing to wait, I had my driver take me to the small airstrip outside of town, where I could take off as I wanted. I would only be a few hours behind them, so it would give me some time to figure out my plan.
If I had just killed him when I had the chance—
