I slowly start to wake up from my sleep, I feel a warm body hugging mine tightly and I smile against it. My eyes slowly open, the light from a small window in the corner cascading the morning sunlight across the bed and myself. I see a naked chest by my head and look at the toned muscular build. The skin, soft and kissed by the sun, the covers wrapped around the elastic band of boxers and a deep V muscle disappearing under it. I look up to see Vincent, his brown eyes glow with the sunlight shining against his face, showing every golden line in his detailed irises, he stare into mine and a small smile lifts his lips. I smile groggily and lay my head back down on his chest hugging him tight and pulling myself up. I could get used to waking up next to him for sure.

I tilt my head in confusion and jolt up to look at him, his smile falters a little but I lay back down on his chest with my eyebrows knitted together as memories of last night replay through my head. I tense up remembering it all and hug him tighter. I know I should flee and get out of here as soon as I can...but then I remember what he did for me and what he said to me I feel like I can't leave.

I bite my lip and close my eyes feeling more tears sprout from the flood gates. Vincent seems to know what I'm doing because he hugs me and pulls me to lay on top of his body. He looks down at me with a small frown "try not to think about it" he begs softly

"I can't help it" I tell him knowing I have to go back to the man I wish I never had to see again

"I know" He hugs me and I lay my head back on his chest, while he rests his on the top of mine, kissing my forehead

We lay like this for a few more minutes, neither of us speak, I listen to the soft sound of his breathing and the rise and fall of his chest. He runs his hands under my shirt and up and down my back, making my mind go blank and body go slack with relaxation. Chill bumps spread across my body and combined with his warmth and the safe feeling in my heart I almost fall back asleep.
*
Turns out I do fall back asleep, I don't even remember when but the next time I wake up I'm sprawled across the bed alone. I sit up and look at the clock, my eyes widen when I see its already two o'clock, that's the longest...and best I've slept in forever. I sigh and pull the covers into my lap as I look around the room. It's dark, besides the small window letting the early afternoon sun, the bed has dark sheets and covers, the walls are dark, furniture dark...and in some way it's still inviting, because it screams Vincent. I smile to myself and fall back on the bed, I inhale deeply and his addicting smell smothers my senses from the sheets, I bring his T-shirt up over my nose and inhale again, feeling my head go fuzzy.

But where is Vincent? I don't hear anyone in here? Did he just leave me here? When did he leave? A small crazy side of me fears he might have went and gotten Theo to bring me back but I shake my head knowing Vincent wouldn't do that. I get up from under the covers and pull up the low hanging boxers that I've already rolled two times, my mind goes to when he saw me in this, he looked stunned and his eyes were glued to me...they looked- I cover my face wishing I wouldn't blush so easily.

I remember how he hoisted me up and helped me in the bath, how he washed my skin of any remnants of Theo's touch. That is probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, the way he looked in my teary broken eyes made me feel like he stared right into my shattered heart and soul. He doesn't just see what's on the outside he really sees what's inside of me, that might be corny but it's true. His touch made my heart stitch up in a few places and his loving words made my frown turn up in just the slightest way. He actually wanted to help and wanted to know what happened instead of telling me to suck it up. I'm afraid of what I'm feeling right now, I thought I had felt this a long time ago with Theo. But this feels different, it feels real. My heart won't stop beating, my brain won't stop saying and repeating the words, and my soul won't stop screaming the name of who this new feeling is caused by.

I think I'm in love with Vincent

My back straightens as the sentence runs through my head, is it possible? Could I be in love for real? I shake my head, I can't be thinking this I just need to relax.

I take a deep breath and stand on the cold hardwood and tiptoe out of the room, when I walk out into the hallway and out into the living area I'm surprised at what I see, even though I was in here last night it was dark, now's my chance to see everything. The rest of the penthouse is nothing like his room from what I see, everything's so bright. A huge window lets in ever drop of light and a long balcony stretches across the skylines, all the buildings are visible.

My feet pad against the smooth floor of the living room, I step onto the fuzzy carpet that a glass coffee table and a white couch is set on. I look down on the table to see his book, I frown, it looks even worse than it did last night. Then again it was dark and my vision was filled with tears. I pick it and flip through the charred pages, thankfully it isn't falling apart and the words are still recognisable. I set it back down softly and look around, there's no way Vincent had anything to do with this decor, everything's so modern and white, not that it isn't beautiful, but a little cold, I don't even see a single family picture. I walk into the kitchen and run my hand down the counter, he has a table to the left of the kitchen that looks like it hasn't been used in forever, judging by the amount of paper work on it and a vase full of dead flowers. I pick up the brown crumbling stems and throw them in the trash along with dumping out the brown water.

I turn to look at the rest of the kitchen, it's not extravagant, simple stainless steel appliances and a grant counter with bar stools lining the outside. My stomach growls and I stare eagerly at the refrigerator. I reach for the steel door but hold back telling myself I should wait till Vincent gets home, it would be rude of me to steal his food. I lean against the counter and hug my body, a shiver going down my back. Now that I'm alone and not surrounded...well by Vincent, I feel unprotected. My brain starts to turn back on last night like a movie and my shoulders slump.

I still can't believe I...let this happen, I shake my head and sigh running a hand through my messy blonde locks. I knew Theo was crazy but I never thought he would do that, I much rather him sleep with other woman that force-...me to. I hold back my tears, not allowing myself to cry again. I wish with all my heart I had the courage to leave him, to tell my parents that I can't be with him anymore and they would agree and let me...I know I say they treat me like a child but I let them, I just don't know how to make them see that I'm not happy...I guess I just don't want to admit to myself that they just don't care.

My skin starts to crawl at the thought of Theo ever touching me again, I purse my lips and they actually hurt a little from the forcefulness of his kisses. I look over my body, a few scattered purple and blue bruises circle my small arms, most focused around my wrists where he held me. I lift my shirt to look over my ribs and stomach, not many are there but two large bruises are on my thighs from where he held me down with his legs. I shiver again and fight the urge to go back to bed so I can forget it all. If I had struggled more my injuries would be a lot worse...so I guess I should be thankful for that?

But what about Theo? What is he thinking about right now? Did he wake up this morning and remember what he did? Does he feel bad? Would he apologise? Is he looking for me? Or maybe calling my parents to see if they know where I am? I debate on going over to there apartment, down the hall, but I look down at myself and decide against it. I don't even want to know what my Mother and Father would say about me being dressed in another mans clothes. I wonder where they were last night...not surprised they weren't there when I needed them most. But honestly what would my Mother say about Theo if she knew what he did? Probably tell me to put some concealer and powder on my bruises and get back over there, she'd say it's my job and I should try harder, or that I should be grateful for the rich and abundant life I have. What she doesn't understand is money doesn't really matter...I would rather be living paycheck to paycheck and be loved than live this thing I call a life. I sigh and shake my head at my selfishness, it could be worse, I tell myself...it could be worse.

I start to think about my Father, would he beat Theo up like I know Vincent wants to....or any other father for that matter. I gasp what if Vincent went to beat up Theo?! Would Theo hurt him? Shit, Vincent could go to jail...Oh my god I have to call him.

I take light quick steps over to his room but stop, I don't have my freaking phone. I groan and frown, I can't let him do that. But what if he isn't there, I can't go there to find Theo, I can't go back, not yet. But what if he is there, what if Theo, like the deceiving and fraud he is, pulls out a gun or a knife and hurts him. I would die if anything were to happen to Vincent because of me.

Just as I'm debating on going back 'home' I hear the handle of a door jiggle, my head snaps over to the sound and in another minute Vincent steps in holding some bags

"Thank god" I say running over to him and hugging his neck

He sets the bags down on the counter next to him and hugs me back "what's wrong?" He asks pulling back and looking me over

"Nothing" I say letting out a relived sigh "I just thought-" I shake my head not wanting to think about it "it doesn't matter, where did you go?" I ask with a smile, again my heart swelling in his presents, the lonely feeling completely out of mind

"Well" he grabs one of the bags "I knew you would be hungry when you woke up" he says pulling out a wrapped up circular things "so I went to this bagel place, I would have cooked something but I didn't have much" He laughs nervously rubbing the back of his neck, he hands me the bagel and I smile and begin to thank him but he says something else before I can reply "oh!" He says setting the empty paper bag down and picking up a plastic bag "I also got you some things you might need...since you didn't bring anything" he says handing me the bag "I have some clothes from other occasions that you could wear..." He trials off obviously regretting saying that "but I doubt you want that" he says

I smile and nod "no" I laugh and his face turns a shade pinker

We ate our bagels together, after he clears off the table and after I told him that I threw out the dead flowers he curses at himself for not buying more, which in turn made me laugh. He made us some afternoon coffee, and of course his was black, he tried to get me to taste it but I refused...but then he tickled me to death and said he'd only stop when I took a sip, damn myself for being ticklish. I tried it eventually and as expected it was gross and far to bitter. He laughed and made me some 'fue fue' coffee as he called it.

I emptied out the bag he had given me to find a pair of decent underwear a little sexy but I wouldn't expect any less, a plain black bra and a whole set of clothes, I can't imagine Vincent going into a store and asking for women's clothes and trying to figure out what I'd like. I laugh at his choice and tell him that I'd rather stay in his clothes all day, not that he objected from the words he said to me, I smirk at the thought. But he got me the essential things, like a toothbrush, hair brush, other small things.

"You didn't have to do that" I tell him, setting down the toothbrush after I rinsed it off 

He spits out the green paste and sticks the brush back in his mouth smiling "oh but I did" he says, he words slightly off by the way he's holding the toothbrush in his mouth

He rinses off the toothbrush and spits again, walking over to me he kisses my lips and all the toothpaste that he didn't wipe off rubs all over me "Vincent!" I say laughing against his minty lips, I try to push him off and he eventually backs up with a big smirk

I know what he's doing, he's trying to distract me, not that I mind it's actually working. Who knew I'd be laughing and smiling With Vincent King the day after such a horrible thing happened. I'm trying not to stop and think about anything outside of this room. Not my parents, not Theo, not what will happen after I go back, nothing, just Vincent and me doing whatever we want together.
*
"Why can't we do this?" Vincent groans leaning over the flour covered counter

I just continue to laugh and wipe the powdered sugar and or flour off my cheek "I don't know" I say through my laughs

We've tried to make three batches of cookies and each time we've failed, the first time they were burnt, the second time....they burnt again and the third we put to much flour in the batter and it was gross. We had the idea when we were both hungry and both craving cookies, neither of us had ever made them, yeah that's how sad our childhood was. We thought it would be fun...and easy but it's only one of those things "we have to be forgetting something" he says staring intently at the mess

I laugh and put a bowl full of our soupy dough, attempt number four "come on, I told you we can go to the store and grab a bucket of cookie dough!" I tell him shaking my head

"That would be quitting" He says still looking at the mess we've made that has covered the counter, his eyes looking at cracked eggs and chocolate chips

"But this is ridiculous" I gesture to the mess still smiling at the frustrated adorable man in front of me

He stands up and turns to me "but I hate failing" he frowns with a pout and I giggle

"And you said I was the five year old" I say turning on the water to wash our messy dishes

I'm hit by something and I gasp turning around with eyes the size of some of our failed large burnt cookies. I look down at the white powder that now covers me "my point exactly" I say with gritted teeth, stepping away and turning off the water

He smirks at me as I step over to the counter and sneakily put my hand in a bag of powdered sugar...wait did the recipe call for powdered sugar? Before I can think it I've been hit again with a handful of flour. I gasp and stare at him, I smirk and grab a huge handful and chuck it right at him.

I bend over laughing when it hits him right in the face. He stares at me with a white covered face, his eyes the only thing not white, my breathing is non existent as I laugh bending over and clutching my stomach.

"You think that's funny?" He asks and I look up at him but again start laughing, the top of his shirt is splattered with powdered sugar only making me giggle more

I nod and wipe away the tear that slipped from my eye, along with trying to get some flour off my face. I look up at him trying to catch my breath but he has that smirk...I slowly start to back away "no-" I hold my finger up "no!" Before I finish and run away he lunges towards me and he swoops me up, although being careful because of my bruises "Vincent!" I squeal frailing in his arms "what are you doing?!" I ask as he walks through the living room with me in his arms

"This five year old is dirty" he says looking down at me, stepping in his room as I clutch to his neck

"We already discussed this, you're the five year old" I tell him matter of factly

"I thought I was an asshole?" He raises an eyebrow and his smirk lifts

"You're both" I tell him

"Then we both have to get clean" he says smirking down at me, I cock up and eyebrow

What?

He walks us in to the bathroom and without saying a word he turns on the shower "oh no" I say flipping over in his arms and trying to get set down

"Oh yes" he laughs pulling me in by my waist

He sets me under the water and immediately I'm soaked, cold water pours over my face and head, muting all the sounds around me. I feel the flour harden and turn doughy on my skin but I'm to shocked to wipe it off. I stand with my lips pulled in a thin line and eyes screwed shut, protecting them from the water. I step out, reach up and point the shower head at him before he can even think of moving away. He starts to laugh and comes over to me scooping me up in his arms as the shower head goes back to its previous position and pours all over us, drenching our clothes. He steps back, still holding me at my waist, water drips off his face and he looks like one of those guys from a cologne commercial. He just looks too perfect to be real, his T-shirt and jeans stick to his skin like glue outlining his whole body. I look down at myself and instantly try to cover. His T-shirt sticks to me like a second skin, weighing me down, it outlines my chest and waist sticking to each curve. His boxers clutch to my legs and almost fall off from the weight of the water.

I look up at Vincent but he's just staring at me in a way that makes my heart skip a beat

Vincent's POV
She looks at me, her eyes curious, after she stares at me for a moment she looks away in embarrassment. Her eyes make a side glance at me but I take a small step away, both of us hardly under the water anymore, just both soaked. I stare and observe her as she tries to get flout off a patch on her cheek, I take a step towards her, backing both of us back into the low pressure water, damn it I can't help myself.

I wrap my hand around her neck and sweep my thumb across her soft cheek, rubbing off the flour gently. My face unconsciously lowers to hers as I stare into her topaz blue eyes, she looks like a little puppy, her lip is pouted as it hangs open, her eyes are wide, wild and searching mine, her hands have lowered to her sides as the water continues to flow down our bodies. I pull her to me, my arm conforming to her waist like the t-shirt that clings to her beautiful skin.

"Adeline" I say softly as my eyes travel down her face, across her cute button nose, over her rosy cheeks, to her plump lips, her eyes do the same

I lower my face to hers, my lips mold to hers and water seeps in-between, I step out of the water and pull her with me and against the wall. Her lips move against mine and her arms wrap around my neck. I run my hands down the soaked material of her shirt but hold back on pulling it off, more like peeling it off. I hold her neck with my right hand and passionately and tenderly kiss her lips, an image of Theo kissing her like this makes me grip her waist tighter. I hope to god she's not thinking about what he did to her right now, should I stop? This is to soon, I can't just think about myself here, she was just-my hands grip her hips- raped last night...I can't.

I pull my lips from hers, but her lips trail down my jaw and I groan as her hand rake through my wet hair, I place my hands on her shoulders and push myself away. I close my eyes taking a deep breath and look back at her "I'm...s-" I cut myself off stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel before she can reply

I step across my bedroom floor, stepping on the wet hem of my jeans, making a squishing sound. I throw off my wet shirt and toss it in a corner leaning against my dresser with my arms out in front of me, supporting my weight. I dry my hair and chest with the towel and set it down in front of me. How could I ruin that, damn she's going to hate me, I practically forced myself on her like Theo did...no I can't be like him.