L'Arte dell'Amore (Not Edited)

XXVIII

Lavender stumbled out of bed, she had slept in a little later. Throwing on a thin shirt, and the thick stockings Vincent had bought her, paired with a black skirt. Her frilly white socks and strapped shoes made Lavender smile. She felt cute.

It was still early in the morning, before lectures  started, but Lavender wanted to go and study with Vincent. Deciding to give him a call, her heart tried its best to escape the gilded cage of her angelic body.

"Baby, what do you need? Why aren't you in bed? It's too early sweet girl to be up." Vincent's voice strung through the line.

Lavender blushed.

"I wanted to study more. Can I come to your office, please. I'll be quiet, for you if you're working- if you want!" Lavender's voice wavered from the cool wind.

Vincent's heart dropped into his stomach at the way those words sounded from her pretty lips. Adjusting himself in his chair he continued, but his voice was deeper, sweeter.

"You're outside the lecture building aren't you? My pretty girl, you can come inside, always." Vincent said as guilt settled deep in him. Perhaps it was because he hadn't had physical relationships in a while, but his reaction to her voice was nothing short of sinful.

A small knock brought him out of his thoughts, when he stood up, he tried to hide his obvious reaction from the virtuous girl that he had the audacity to call his. She was his girl though, but he was many things to her.

Though his body turned frigid at the sight of Lavender.

"What the hell are you wearing? Lavender you are going to get yourself sick." Vincent started. Lavender was now standing in the room as Vincent shut the door.

"I'm sorry-" Lavender started, tears welling in her eyes. He had called her by her name, not baby or anything.

Vincent was already pulling his jacket off and onto the much smaller girl. She seemed to be drowning in the fabric struggling to get the other arm through the sleeve.

"What were you thinking, that shirt is too thin. Where is your jacket? Here, hold still." Vincent continued reprimanding Lavender.

Vincent had told Lavender to stand still, as he guided her arm through the big sleeve.

Lavender frowned.

"You'll get ill quickly dressing like that in this weather. I know it's spring now, but it's still extremely cold." Vincent explained as he patted her now jacket cladded back.

Lavender couldn't help the way her eyes clouded over. He was disappointed.

Stupid crybaby, she thought of herself.

Vincent watched the way her face fell.

"No, no. Don't do that, I apologize for raising my voice baby, you just scare me. I can't take the chance of you falling sick. I can't take it when you're hurting." Vincent blew out a frustrating breath as he sat down in his chair.

And within seconds Lavender was in his lap with her hands wrapped tightly around his broad chest. His rapid heart beat filling her ears.

"Oh my sweet girl. You scared me half to death. I know you didn't mean to raise my voice. Just don't take my jacket off. Keep it, you need it more than I do." Vincent said while pulling Lavender's legs out from under her bottom. Her legs were now dangling in the warm air.