You were out with your friends, not bothering to tell him where you were going. The night was full of laughter, and you were enjoying yourself until Jenny, in her usual playful, excited tone, said,

"We should totally get their numbers!" She grinned, pointing to a group of guys.

You followed her gaze, but your heart skipped a beat. There, standing among them, was Vincenzo with his friends.

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes locked with his. Panic surged through you, your mind racing for an excuse, any excuse. As he made his way toward you, your pulse quickened, a knot tightening in your stomach.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "Next time, you tell me where you're going, who you're with, and why."