It Hurt's Instead

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The sounds of birds chirping brings me out of sleep.

The cold breeze on my skin making me shiver.

I feel a hand run up and down my back making me realise last night wasn't a dream.

I was hoping it was in a way.

Mostly because I hate the fact Vincent can make me feel so much pleasure.

My move my head up to try and look at him.

He quickly catches my gaze before looking straight ahead.

"How long have you been awake" I ask

"Not long, like an hour or so"

"You should have woken me up"

"You looked to peaceful to wake up"

"Did we sleep outside the whole night"

He just keeps silent giving me my answer.

It's almost funny but I'm shivering cause I'm cold as fuck.

I slowly and carefully get off Vincent as he gets up himself.

I'm quickly lifted up into his arms yet again as he walks us into the apartment.

"What about our clothes?"

"I'll get them later"

He walks us to the bathroom before he starts to run a bath.

I want to question but right now I'm to sleepy to even fight him on this one.

And after last night I probably do need a shower.

He definitely wants bubbles.

As the tubs full he stops the water before walking out the room.

I want to call him back.

Is that wired?

God stop thinking women and get into the bath.

I sigh gently stepping into the bath.

As I slowly lower myself I can feel the warm water surrounding my body.

Seconds later Vincent walks back in before kneeling next to me.

"Are you just gonna watch me or get in" I ask

"You want me?"

"Get into the bathtub Vincent"

He listens.

How can someone as powerful as him listen to me?

He slides in behind me letting my head rest against his chest as his arms are wrapped around my waist.

He places a kiss onto my cheek and apart of me feels like we was acting.

It's like we was acting in front of his family of this whole happy marriage.