UnLoved

Chapter 29. Hangover Happiness

"Viccy." I whispered softly as I rubbed his exposed back. He shivered and stretched the blanket over his bare back. "It's morning Vic, I made breakfast." I said trying to make the lingering smell of eggs and bacon from the kitchen sound appealing. He groaned and rolled over to look up at me.

"I feel like shit." He grumbled in a raspy voice. I laughed slightly.

"And smell like shit. But who's fault is that?"

"Yours. And don't be mean." He whined. "You're the one who got all competitive about being fun and stuff."

"But I didn't say anything about drinking now did I." I smirked matter-of-factly. "Now come eat, o don't want to eat alone."

"Fine." He rolled his eyes and went to toss the thick blanket I had thrown over him last night but I stopped him before he could.

"No! Um, don't I mean. You fell asleep naked last night. Completely naked." I bit my lip and he smirked.

"I don't care." Pulling at the blankets he grinned and rolled his eyes at me.

I groaned and grabbed his wrists stopped him from uncovering himself. "Well I do." I whined.

"'Cause I'm just too hard to resist." He winked.

Rolling my eyes as I got up I mumbled "Yes Vic, that's exactly it. Now I'm going to eat breakfast while it's hot and while I'm dressed, like a normal person."

As I cleaned up our breakfast mess I felt eyes on me and turned away from the sink to find Vic watching me, smirk on his face. "Hey." He whispered softly.

"Hey creep." I laughed and went back to washing my dishes. It wasn't much of a surprise when Vic came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He stood on his tiptoes and rest his chin on my shoulder before sighing. "Oh Vic. You really need to brush your teeth babe, and take a shower." I turned in his arms and he rolled his eyes at me.

"I know I know, I get it. I'm gross." He pouted and looked away before looking back at me, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'll go shower if you get in with me."

"Hmm, tempting. No." I laughed softly and he groaned.

"Normally when you're home alone with your boyfriend all you'd be doing is having sex and stuff. Yet here we are, washing dishes. What about me, is so horrifying to you that you don't even like to see me naked?" He sighed frustratedly.

"Technically I'm washing dishes." I smiled innocently and tried to avoid the question.

"Kelliiiiiin." Vic whined and I bit my lip. "What's wrong with me?" He groaned and I looked away from his entrancing gaze.

"Nothing." I mumbled, barely audible.

"Then what is it Kellin? Why can't you just tell me!" He started to raise his voice and his hands were each gripping on side life of my waist tightly. "Kellin?" He asked through gritted teeth. I didn't understand why he was so angry. His fingernails started to dig into my flesh and I bit my lip to refrain from yelping out in pain. He dug deeper and I couldn't help but wince and whine.

"Fuck Vic." I whimpered.

He looked down at his hands and realized what he was doing. "Oh my g-" he cut himself off. "I'm sorry Kells. I don't realize I was holding you so tightly, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, shit, fuck me, I'm sorry, sweetie please."

"I-I'm fine." I muttered, he hadn't drawn blood, it hurt and pinched, but it hadn't drawn blood. I'm fine. I'd been hurt worse, by myself.

"No, I just-" he stopped and sighed before running a hand through his thick, wavy hair. "I don't understand why you aren't attracted to me. It makes me really confused and I just don't understand."