Warner Park

Chapter Sixteen

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Andrew

Vince drove us back to his house once Detective Brinkman had left.

And I had packed an overnight bag.

I caved... I was staying with Vince. At least for the night -- I told him one night, at least just to start, despite his insisting to stay until we knew my apartment was 'safe.'

I only packed enough for a quick stay. A toothbrush, soaps, clothes, a book, and my yoga gear.

Again, it wasn't that I didn't want to stay with him... The opposite. It was about the principle of it all. Maybe I was being stubborn, but I wasn't a damsel in distress. I could have changed those locks out myself first thing tomorrow morning. Staying at Vince's was nice and all, but it felt unnecessary... I was able to take care of myself.

Vince was looking at me with too much concern in his eyes, and I couldn't stand for him to be worried like that over me. I knew he'd let me do what I wanted but in the end but... He won, I caved. Maybe I really wanted an excuse to do it, because the puppy eyes he'd been giving me to stay with him were a great excuse..

We'd been quiet on the drive to his house. It was already time for lunch, the break-in had absorbed our entire morning, and Vince had promised me he'd make us something to eat once we got back to his place.

It was sweet he was thinking about things like lunch, because I totally wasn't.

The number of times we quietly locked eyes at red lights in the car with the music playing on low volume sent me reeling with the desire to completely devour him... I'd never needed someone so badly. What I had with Vince was the worst sexual tension I'd ever experienced in my life.

I don't know how I kept it together. Now that I knew he felt it too, I didn't know how he was keeping it together either.

We both knew what was going to happen with me staying the night, right? Now that we were together? We knew this was finally happening, right? He knew I could barely keep my hands off of him, right?

We got to his house and took turns taking a shower before he made us food, and the whole time I heard the water running when it was his turn I couldn't process any logical thoughts. I was pretending to read my book on the couch in the living room, but all I was thinking about was him in there... Naked... With water running all over him... It took all of my self control not to awkwardly burst into the bathroom and jump him in the shower.

He made us coffee and sandwiches in the kitchen. He wouldn't let me help, so I mostly ended up hugging him from the back and leaning my head against his shoulder while he toasted bread and chopped tomatoes and vegetables, later pouring coffee into our mugs. He smelled so good. He always did, but he especially did after that shower, and leaning on him like that was one of the most comforting things I ever experienced.

We talked about his movie while he prepared our food, and he told me all about his upcoming trip to New York next month to do press releases. He told me he was flying the girls out to stay with him for a weekend, their first time in New York City, and how excited he was.