Chapter 23
“Okay, Rosy, calm down. Come here.” She pulled me onto the bed and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. She rubbed my arm, and I focused on her breathing and tried to match it. Was I really having a panic attack right now?
“Rosy, if you like Vince that much then why don’t you give him a chance? I guarantee my brother will keep you very happy.” She promised.
I didn’t want to tell her my reason. Vince was her brother, and end of the day, blood was blood. I just had a gut feeling that made me question Vince’s
intentions. Maybe I was overthinking this. Was I really going to lose a fantastic guy like Vince because I had a gut feeling?
“You know what, Tay, I will. Vince deserves a chance to prove himself, and I can’t just make a decision about him based on what others think.” A big smile spread across Taylor’s face as those words came out of my mouth.
“OH MY GOD!” She screamed, and I covered my ears. She was going to damage my eardrums, yelling that loud so close to me.
“I’m so happy! Finally, you’re going to be part of my family officially!” She was so excited.
“Hey hey hey! I said a chance, not marriage. Calm down, will you” I stated and narrowed my eyes at her.
Taylor didn’t care. She got up and started dancing. I shook my head at her and picked up my PJs, ignoring her excitement.
“I’m going to have a shower.” I laughed and walked into the shower.
15mins later, I was showered and dressed. Taylor had left, and I was hoping she ordered dinner. I grabbed my comfy robe and walked into the living area.
The lights were dim, and the tv was on. I walked into the kitchen and looked to see what they were watching.
The Witcher. Of course.
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Taylor had been hooked to that show. It looks like it wasn’t just her. I grabbed a bottle of water and walked toward them. Taylor and Rocky were snuggled up on one end of the massive L-shaped couch we had with popcorn. Vince, who had now changed, was stretched out on the bottom of the L. There was a gap between him and the annoying couple. I walked over and climbed into that spot. Vince turned and looked up at me.
“Hey, look who’s back. We thought you’d gone to sleep,” Vince said in between eating popcorn.
“Well, I really should go to bed. I didn’t get much sleep last night, but my brain isn’t turning off” I hit my head and rubbed it.
“Shall I get you a hammer? If you hit your head with that, you might fix it,” chirped in Rocky, and I showed him the middle finger. They all burst out laughing.
The episode they were watching ended right then.
“Okay, I need more popcorn and a toilet break before the next episode,” said Taylor, and she got up.
“I’ll go get the popcorn,” Rocky walked into the kitchen.
“I’ll go to the toilet then” Taylor walked towards her room.
I leaned over and picked up popcorn from Vince’s bowl.
“Hey, that’s mine,” he fake whined and smiled.
“I took just one; get over it.” I rolled my eyes.
For some reason, I was cold. I pulled my robe closer and looked around for the couch blanket. Vince was snuggled up with it.
“You’ve got my blanket.” I pointed to it.
“Well, how about we share?” He was wagging his eyebrow at me.
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“What are you sharing?” Taylor asked, walking in and sitting back down.
“The blanket. Rosy wants her blanket back, and I don’t want to give it up. So I’m suggesting we share” Vince laughed and pulled up the blanket on one side for me to get in next to him.
“Hurry up and make a decision. We’re going to start the next episode” Rocky came back and handed me a bowl of popcorn too. I smiled up at him. He was very thoughtful.
I looked at Vince, who slowly dropped the blanket now. I moved closer to him and pulled the blanket over me. Blanket and body heat was going to keep me warm. Vince moved a little to make more space, put his left arm around my waist, and pulled me closer. I snuggled into him. He was warm and cozy.
I looked over, and Taylor and Rocky were both looking at us and eating their popcorn.
“The TV is that way, guys,” I said, laughing.
“Oh, this show is way better,” Rocky muttered. His tone was so serious we all just started laughing.
“Okay, that’s enough. Let’s watch. I’m dying to know what happens next,” Taylor exclaimed and nudged Rocky.
Vince pulled me closer as if I was going to fall off the couch. He was trying to make sure I was comfortable. Vince put his bowl on the table behind the couch and pulled the blanket up. His free arm was now wrapped around my waist and his head resting on my head. This felt really nice. Maybe this would be the right decision.
Taylor played the episode, and even though I wasn’t interested, I had my eyes focused on the TV.
Vince was not going to let this opportunity slide. His hands somehow found their way through my robe and under my shirt, and he started drawing circles with his thumb on my tummy. It was the first time his hands had found a spot like that, and it was annoying me because it tickled.
“Vince, that tickles,” I said quietly, hoping Taylor and Rocky wouldn’t hear.
“I’m not sorry is all I will say.” His voice was right in my ear. His lips caressed my ear, and I closed my eyes. He carried on drawing circles.
Halfway through the episode, Rocky and Taylor called it a night. They said they were too tired. Vince wanted to finish the episode, so they went to bed, and I was left alone with Vince, still wrapped in his arms. Once they were gone, it was like Vince had been given the green light to torture me more. His whole hand was under my shirt now, and he was drawing circles with them all. I whined a little because it tickled even more.
I turned around to tell him off, but his face was very close, and I lost my train of thought. He looked down at me and brought up one hand to cup my
face.
“Give me one chance, Rosy” His thumb was caressing my cheek, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from his blue orbs that held me captive.
“If you screw this up, I’m going to lose more than just a boyfriend, so please don’t make me regret it” a breathtaking smile spread across his face, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“I’ll take that as a yes then” he lowered his lips to mine, giving me the chance to stop him if I wanted to. But, instead, I stretched my neck and captured his lips. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap, and I wrapped mine around his neck.
At that moment, I was thinking about the kiss with Blake. That kiss had so much passion and felt so good; kissing Vince felt dull. There were no sparks,
no passion. Why was this so differe
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