grasp

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Y/n POV
He grabbed my hands... "Let me go!" I growl. I pull away from him and kick him. "Fuck!" He yells. I run home. "Finally!" I yell. I go to change and go to bed.
Time skip~
I wake up to the smell of... Toast? I get up and run down stairs. "Get out you, you creepo!!!" I yelp as he pins me to the wall. He kisses me? But... His lips were soft, and smooth. He stops and puts toast in my mouth. He takes me to the living room. "How I'd you even get into my house?" I ask. "I have my ways..." He blushes. Why am I OK with this? Why am I letting him into my house?
Vincents pov~
She was beautiful. I couldn't help but blush. "I'm sorry for like... Grabbing you..." I say trying not to be weird. "I should probably go now..." I sigh. "N-no please don't go you can stay here... Or well you can go.." She blushes. OK...

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