Vince

Donor

"Vince," I said breathlessly.

"I look at you and see the person I want to spend forever with. I can't wait forever to spend forever with you. Please, just, pick me."

I could see Vince's eyes watering. It broke my heart to see him this way. His eyes searched my face and I felt my own eyes watering at his vulnerability.

"I," I paused, "I can't."

He shut his eyes tightly and nodded his head. He stood up to leave and I reached out to grab his arm.

"Don't go," I whispered.

"I can't stay."

His eyes were heavy and his voice matched. I tugged harder at his arm and he sighed, sitting back down.

"For the same reason I've said no the past few times." I explained. "I'm still working on getting comfortable with what you do. It's not something that happens in a day."

Vince just looked at the floor.

"I still need time," I said, the words hitting heavy air.

"I'll probably struggle to get any other job. It's not like I can put porn on a resume," Vince said quietly.

I sighed, "I'm not asking you to get another job. The only thing I'm asking for is time."

Vince looked up and I held my breath, "I want you a lot more than I want my job."

"No. You're keeping your job," I said, leaving no room for argument.

Vince bit his lip between his teeth and I had to pretend like it wasn't making him even more gorgeous than he already was.

"When do you record next?" I asked.

"Not until these bruises heal. It could be awhile," Vince answered.

"I'll go to your next shoot." I said, "I'll come to them all."

Vince pinched his eyebrows together as he looked at me, "Do you mean?"

"The only way to get comfortable is to put myself in the situation, isn't it?"

A small smile formed on his face and I tried to make sure I'd remember it. I gazed at his cheekbones and the slope of his nose, taking all of it in. I touched his shoulder and he watched me as I trailed my fingers down his skin.

I avoided any bruises in my path. My fingers made their way down to his hand, where they intertwined with his.

"Can I touch you? Or do you still hurt?" Vince asked.

I nodded, "You can, just avoid my stomach."

Vince ran his fingers over my skin in the same manner I had his. I could feel the love in his touch, and I soaked it in.

"Where would you travel if you could go anywhere?" Vince asked.

"I don't know. I try not to think about it so much considering I don't have the money to go anywhere."

"I can take you, anywhere you want," Vince responded.

"I think I just really want to go to sleep."

Vince got up and I was about to protest when I felt him lay in the small hospital bed behind me. He placed his arm over my chest slowly, like he wanted to make sure he wasn't going to hurt me.

I fell asleep in his hold. I was partially aware of a conversation happening around me and I knew if I focused on it I would wake up. I could only hear pieces of it.