Two emotionally damaged people.
Sexual and unknown desires.
Home wreckers.
One crazy hell of a relationship.
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He lies, she cries. He's not sorry, but he apologizes. She complains, he doesn't change. Yet, she stays. Will she get tired of it?
What...
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The events from Mike's party never left my mind once. There was never a time during that weekend where I wasn't fantasizing about our sweet encounter. Although Vincent had ruined the moment, I felt as if that kiss was one of the best things that have happened to me
His lips were so soft, and his minty breath on my face just made things even better.
I looked at myself in the mirror after pulling the thin sweater dress over my head, barely recognizing the pretty girl staring back at me. The joy had returned to her face. Her eyes were lively and open. She looked nothing like I remembered. Something had left, or maybe had been added, and I wasn't sure why.
What I am sure of is that dressing to impress was already becoming a hard thing, and I have barely even started.
There was no doubt in my mind that the only reason I ditched my jeans this morning was because I knew I would see him. And I would confront him. I would tell him how much I liked our kiss and that I want to get to know him more.
I'll tell him that I want things between us to be more.
The thought brought a blush to my face and I squealed as I covered my face with my hands.
Stop it, you bitch. You'll ruin your makeup.
Knock. Knock.
I walked to the door and pulled it open, now standing in front of a still-in-pjs Vincent as he continued to look at me, mouth wide open.
I cleared my throat. "Do you need something?"
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I wanted to apologize about Friday. It was wrong of me to do treat you like that." He spoke quickly and under his breath.
"I know."
My first weekend in Brockton passed without incident. Thankfully, Vincent kept his promise and Auntie Mel was still clueless about what happened on Friday.
I mostly just cleaned the house and did homework most of the weekend. Both Vincent and Auntie Mel were off at work so I barely got to speak to either of them, which I was glad for. I hadn't been prepared to face Vincent just yet.
But I did get the chance to think a lot about what happened Friday night and I came to the conclusion that it was all his fault.
He shouldn't have thrown that punch.
He opened his eyes and scanned my outfit again. "I really am sorry, Delilah. It was wrong of me to walk in on you like that."
"And it was wrong of you to punch Aiden."
He rolled his eyes, letting out a long sigh, as he dramatically looked down at me. "You shouldn't have been kissing him, idiot."
I stared at him, impatiently tapping my foot. "Aren't you supposed to be apologizing?" I raise my brow at him.
