Page 57 of Breaking Vincent
Finally, I let myself explode, pumping load after load into the latex barrier.
We’re both covered in sweat, struggling to breathe as Vincent slams his lips to mine. The kiss starts frazzled, but quickly settles down to a slow and sweet caress.
Is it possible to fall in love with a stranger, who isn’t really a stranger, after having the best sex of your life?Probably not, but that doesn’t stop my heart from trying to reach out to the man.
When Vincent breaks the kiss, he lifts up and surprises me when he quickly and effortlessly pulls my condom off and ties it in a knot, he places it onto the condom wrapper on the bedside drawers and flops down on the mattress next to me.
“Uh, thanks? I’ve never had someone take off the condom and get rid of it before.”
Vincent snorts. “Ha, it’s fine. I’m here to take care of you, too, you know.”
I guess I hadn’t thought about that, but it makes sense. If I want whatever is happening between us to continue, I’ll have to be ok with someone else taking care of me.
Vincent's stomach rumbles, interrupting my thoughts. He smiles sheepishly at me, “Sorry. I haven’t eaten since like four o’clock yesterday.”
“How about we have a shower and we can talk over breakfast?”
The carefree smile slips from his face and I’m quick to assure him, “Nothing bad, I promise. I just want us to both be on the same page about things, ok?”
He doesn’t look fully convinced, but he nods his head and throws the blankets away from our bodies.
After everything that's happened over the last 18 hours or so, I’m in desperate need of a shower. I hold my hands out to him and help him climb off the bed, grinning to myself as he winces through his first steps.
I let him lean on me as we shuffle to the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Vincent sits at my kitchen table. His long white hair leaves a wet spot on his bare chest. I offered him some clothes after our shower and he rolled his eyes, and said he’s not even going to attempt to squeeze himself into one of my shirts.
I don’t mind the view and I made sure to keep the windows and French doors closed, so he doesn’t get cold.
“Bacon and eggs on toast ok with you?” I ask as I pull open the door to the fridge.
“Sounds perfect, thank you.”
It doesn’t take long for the smoky and salty aroma to fill the kitchen. Vincent grins up at me when I put his plate in front of him.
I put a mug of black coffee next to him and he squints up at me, “Not to be rude, but I’m not drinking this.”
I knew he was going to say that, so I walk back to the fridge and pull out the bottle of blue topped milk and some of the vanilla syrup that I keep in my cupboard. I don’t like that sugary shit, but my sister loves it, so I always make sure to have a bottle of it in the house when she comes to visit.
I put the bottles on the table and say, “This is all I have. Probably not as good as the stuff at the cafe, but it’ll have to do.”
Vincent’s cheeks splotch with a blush, “You remembered?”
I sit down and pick up my food, before taking a bite I say, “Of course I did, I remembered everything about you.”
“Even all the bad stuff,” he states as he doctors his coffee the way he likes it.
I can’t help but cringe as I watch him pour way too much of the syrup in his cup. My teeth aching from just imagining drinking the thing.
“Yes, even the bad stuff.” I stretch my legs and nudge him with my foot under the table, “But that doesn’t matter anymore, and yes I do wish we could have just skipped over all that stuff. I don’t regret that it happened.”
“Really?” Vincent asks, he looks so unsure of himself and I don’t like it.
“I promise you. Shit happens, and the way I think about it is if you never crashed into me, then we wouldn't be here right now. You’re a brat through and through, and I like that. I don’t want someone who is naive and easy to walk over. I want fight, I want passion.”
Vincent picks up his food and thinks about what I just said, and I let him. I imagine the whole situation is a lot for him to deal with.
After our food is finished, he takes a hearty swig of his coffee and says, “So what is it you want from me? What happens next?”