Started as His Girlfriend (Sequel to "Started as His Tutor")

Gentleman

Vincent's POV

"Vincent!" a voice calls. 

I don't look and keep my head hanging, burying my face into the palms of my hands. 

"Vincent!" the voice calls again, out of breath and right in front of me. 

A pair of hands hold my wrists and pull them away, finally revealing my face. I look up at her smiling face.

"It's cold out," she sighs, squatting down and rubbing my arms with her hands. "You should've worn a jacket," she gently scolds, holding my hands in her's. "Maybe I should get you some gloves too-"

"Why aren't you mad?" I ask.

"Why would I be mad?"

"I'm almost two hours late to our date. And we probably lost the reservation at-"

"Don't worry about it. Nothing beats greasy fries from a drive-thru anyways," she grins again. 

Seeing her happy face only makes my drop even more. I know what happened wasn't my fault, but imagining Wendy hurt breaks my heart. But, it's better for her to hear from me first than Maddy. 

"Listen, Wendy." I take a deep breath in. "I was late because-"

She pulls me into a sudden hug, halting me. Squeezing me hard in her arms, she doesn't let me say another word. 

"You don't have to explain it to me. I know you wouldn't be late on purpose," Wendy comforts, playing with the hair on the back of my head. 

I hug Wendy back, resting my face against her shoulder.

"How did you find me anyways?" I ask. 

"To be honest..." she pauses, "Maddy sent me a picture..."

I pull away and hold Wendy by the shoulders, intently looking at her. 

"W-what? You saw... it?"

Wendy nods. 

"I didn't actually ki-"

Wendy leans in and smacks her lips against mine, shutting me immediately. 

"I already told you not to explain. I know you didn't mean to. I don't know how it happened and I don't want to if I'm being honest," Wendy rambles. "Anyways, I just know you wouldn't purposely hurt me-"

I grab Wendy's face with both hand and pull her in for another kiss. I feel the corners of her lips curl into a smile and she grips onto my shirt. we finally pull away, but rest our foreheads against each other's, breathing heavily. 

"I'm sorry tonight was ruined," I apologize. 

"It's pretty good so far," Wendy smirks, gently placing a kiss on my nose. "But having my favorite burrito would be nice too."

"I did buy one." I point to the box beside me and Wendy tries to snatch it up in excitement. Quickly, I place my hand on top of the box. "It's covered in dirt though."

"How much?" Wendy asks, as if she would consider eating it if there wasn't much. 

"Also, I might have bits of my phone inside."

"I don't even want to ask," Wendy sighs, giving up on the burrito. 

"So, what do you want to do now?" I ask. 

"I don't know. I just want to change out of this dress," Wendy sighs, tugging at the waist of her dress. "This is too tight and I don't think I'm breathing properly."

"Why didn't you buy a bigger size?"

"This one was on sale."

"Of course it was," I chuckle.