"Love look at me"
His voice remained deep yet gentle. I still didn't look at him. My eyes wondered everywhere but his eyes. I could feel him getting irritated.
His hand made his way to my throat as he held it. Strong enough to keep me in his grasps...
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///Lousia///
"Lousia wakes up," Lucy said softly. She gently tapped my shoulder: Yea, bullshit. I don't know why she is so sweet to wake people up. This happens every time, and she won't give someone a slight push.
"Girls, we are heading down" Vincent approached my room. His eyes caught mine. I quickly shut them.
"We know, but Lousia is being complicated," they said, shaking me, trying to 'wake me up. Yea, not a morning person. Never will be.
"You girls, go on, I will get her up" Vincent looked at me as I opened my eyes rolling them. Then quickly shut my eyes again.
The girls grabbed their already packed bags. Their maids brought them early this morning. Luckily my maid packed up my stuff while we were sleeping. All I have to do is leave.
"They're gone now love, you can open your eyes," Vincent thought. I was going to open my eyes. My eyes were sealed shut. I felt goosebumps spreading all over my body. What is he doing? "Come on, love, don't worry, you will get to see me all the time in our room," Vincent whispered in my ear.
My eyes opened quickly. I thought we all had our rooms.
"What" I questioned, sitting up straight.
"Your father grouped each guy with a girl, and I got paired with you." A smile appears on his face. "And Good morning love, I see my appearance brighten up your day." His hand touched my cheek. He placed a long lingering kiss there.
My eyes closed at the touch of his lips on my cheek. Vincent pulled away as we made eye contact. His smile faded as he made eye contact with me. He was reading me. My movement, my facial expressions. He knew every slight detail on my face. If needed, he could draw a whole self-portrait of me with every point.
"What happened, love" His hand came back to my cheek.
"Nothing, I can't change with you in here" I sat up, holding to cover over my chest.
"No, something else is wrong; you seemed worried" Vincent looked back in my eye again.
"Damnit, can you just leave, like get out of my room" I yelled?
That was stupid. He is worried about me, and I pull this shit. Yea, I knew I shouldn't have done that. I saw when his face changed. More from worried to numb. Like he didn't care anymore.
"Shit, you the reason guys don't do shit. We sit there and let girls help you with your shit. I am trying to help, and you yelled at me for what. Fuck, you make it hard to be a good person," Vincent yelled, still holding that numb look on his face. He was so confused. He was upset. Shit, he has every right to be.
"I am so-" I started, but he never let me finish.
"Forget about it. You are having a bad day; get dressed. We will be downstairs waiting. I got your luggage" Vincent made his way out of the bedroom.
