All Because of an Accident|

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Castiel & Treatment
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IT WAS TENSE.

Very tense.

I sat there in the living room, Prince on one side of me while Vincenzo was on the other. They both had glasses in front of them, Vincenzos' being a honey brown liquid while Prince had a water.

It was the next day, we were supposed to be meeting with Castiel Vanlea today, and Vincenzo had decided to join us at the last minute.

The tension between the two, although understandable from Prince, was very thick.

I didn't know how to handle when Vincenzo took a seat right beside me, even though there were other seats he could have taken.

Prince seemed bothered by his seating decision, quickly placing his arm around me, hand on my thigh as he scooted me closer to him.

"Would you like something to drink, daughter-in-law?" Vincenzo questioned, picking up his glass.

If I wasn't practically pressed against Prince I wouldn't have realized his whole body had tensed when Vincenzo had spoken to me.

I place my hand on Princes' knee before turning to Vincenzo, smiling.

"No, I'm fine, thank you." I reply, learning my lesson and sticking by my decision of not accepting drinks from anyone, even if it is the father of my fiancé.

Vincenzo nodded, downing his own drink before a maid came, refilling his glass.

"When should he be here?" I quietly asked as I turned to Prince. Prince looked down at me, his eyes going to my lips before he spoke.

"He should be here soon." He answered, eyes momentarily leaving my lips to meet my eyes before going back to them.

I noticed where his eyes were trained, wondering why he suddenly seemed so invested in my lips all of a sudden.

"What?" I mutter, a small smile gracing my lips. He smirked, the hand on my thigh slightly gripping it.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered into my ear. My eyes widened at his question, watching him slowly pull away from my ear to see my reaction.

I turned to see Vincenzo on the other side of me, speaking on the phone and completely immersed with his own little distractions.

"But your father is right there." I counter, shooting him a look. He looked passed me, most likely eyeing Vincenzo, and looked back down to me.

"And?" He mused, his other hand gently grazing my chin.

What has gotten into him?

"Okay." I smile, biting my lip. It'd been much more than three months since we were intimate, much less kissed if you exclude when he proposed.

I had missed his lips without a doubt, so that was possibly why when his lips pressed against mine I was shocked at the feeling.

I'd almost forgotten what he felt like.

It started as a simple kiss, nothing too extreme, but it felt good. He felt good.