Is This Enough ||MxM || Lgbtq+

Chapter 7

Vinnie's P.O.V

Leonardo and I sat in the living room as sunlight filtered through the curtains, marking the start of a new day. Eagerly, I unraveled the intricate drama of the reality show I'd been watching, explaining its tangled web of alliances and betrayals.

But as I spoke, I noticed his distraction. His gaze flickered toward me, then away, as if he were lost in thought. It was clear he wanted to say something but hesitated, his uncertainty palpable.

"Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer." He said with a slight hesitation. I felt a pang of guilt remembering that I had snapped at him the last time he had asked me a question.

As I ran my fingers through my curls, trying to fluff them up, I mused aloud, "How on earth can I afford this place? Or, more importantly, how do I manage to get my hair so luscious?"

He emitted a contagious chuckle, "So, now I've got three questions to ask!"

I tapped my index finger against my chin, appearing to be in deep thought. After a few moments, I proposed, "Why don't we start with the first one?"

"What's your last name?"

Ugh, why did he have to bring that up? What was I supposed to say?

"Hi, I'm Vinicius Gabriel dos Santos-Grey. The rightful owner of the renowned Go Ghost Corporation, an outlaw, an orphan, and a murderer. But hey, I did it in self-defence! Nice to meet you."

"It's Greyson. So, my full name is Vinnie Greyson." I lied. I was pretty sure if I told him the truth, he would have taken off running. And honestly? I wouldn't have blamed him.

"Mines Brown." He said, then continued, "I feel like we should shake hands."

"Me too." So, we did.

I had assumed his hands would be rough and calloused, but I was so wrong. They felt like being enveloped by the softest, most luxurious linens, melting away any lingering worries or anxieties.

"Also, I know."

He looked taken aback, his surprise slipping out in the form of a question. "How?"

"I had to double-check your I.D before bringing you here. Just in case, you were a serial killer."

He flashed that dazzling smile, radiating confidence as he posed his question. "Am I off the hook?"

"The jury's still out," I said, hitting pause on the show we were watching. "How about we do something else? I can only handle so much of my brain being fried."

Glancing out the window, the sun beaming down from its highest point, the heat seeming almost unbearable. The air was thick and heavy, like a warm, cozy blanket had been laid over the entire room. "What about washing my car? Only if you're up for it."

"Sure, I wouldn't mind helping." he replied.

I went to the shed and grabbed several buckets. Leonardo then used the hose to fill up one of them with water. As I proceeded to the front of the house, I placed my bucket and added some soap. It was the perfect moment to give the car a good scrub; the infinite blue sky was filled with white marshmallow-like clouds of all sizes, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

"Why don't I kick off with the wheels, and you tackle the body?"

Leo gave me a big thumbs up. I applied a rim cleaner to all the wheels, and with every stroke of my sponge the dirt and lumps of mud melted away. By the time I finished spraying the water from my bucket on the car, the wheels glowed like diamonds. The sun casted its golden rays on Leo's face, magnifying his already vibrant glow.