CHAPTER FIFTY

Enya pov

I stare at Vincent, and all I can do is blink. Blink like an idiot trying to process important information but can't understand anything, no matter how hard I try. "Us," he said. Has there ever been such a thing as us? As a joke, perhaps, as a way to get rid of his weirdly obsessive step-sister, definitely. But in private? Has there ever been anything like that? Has either of us ever shown any real feelings or interest in each other? And I mean genuine interest, flirting, and all those things people do when they are into someone. He kissed me to prove a point. That snake Angela or her daughter probably sneaks past the bedroom door, and that's why Vincent kissed me as soon as we stepped into his bedroom. 

I'm so confused; I don't know what to say or what the appropriate response should be. Did he mean it? Or is this another joke? My eyes sear