It Hurt's Instead

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"You still have a bit of paint right here" Vincent says leaning closer

He wipes his thumb on my nose which makes me laugh.

"At least I don't have paint all down my front" I smile

Probably landing myself in more trouble but right now I'm having to much fun.

He looks as himself before there's a spark in his eyes.

He comes closer pulling me into his body.

All I can think is thank god I took my top off and just kept the sports bra on.

"Aww you have paint now" he chuckles

I pull away from him to see he really did just do that.

"I'm so getting you back for that" I smile getting the paint brush

"Don't you dare"

"Was that a dare?"

I walk over to him as he catches my wrists.

"Mila" his stern tone echoed

I make it seem like I'm backing off and doing as I'm told.

But when he slightly turns I get him with the brush.

"Oh you little-"

"You love it really"

He smirks grabbing the brush from my hand.

"Yeah your right, but you won't"

He turns me around holding my body against his.

My arms tucked so I can't even move them.

He lets the paint brush move up my stomach, over my neck then to my chin.

"You really are a big kid" I laugh

"Could say the same about you, I mean who started this whole thing"

I laugh as his arm lets go.

I turn to face him knowing I'm probably covered in paint from head to toe at this rate.

"We so need to clean up this paint" I say as my eyes fall onto my stomach

"We could, or-"

"Or what? What's going on in that head of yours Lopez"

"Or we just don't give two shits"

"You do realise the house is all set up it just needs furniture in some places"

"Yeah but there's bed or towel or even clothes"

He had a point are clothes were practically covered at this point.

He grabs one of the brushes and wipes it on my cheek.

I just look at him in shock as he gives me an innocent look.