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“Then you need to give me something here. Not talking to you at Thanksgiving was a misunderstanding.” Vince ran a hand through his hair. “You have to know that I would never intentionally do anything to break your heart.”
“Well whatever the reason, you still hurt me.”
“Why the hell haven’t you said anything about this before? We’ve spent the past few weeks together, Queenie. Why the fuck am I only hearing how I hurt you now?”
“Because I thought my feelings were stupid. I thought I was being unreasonable,” I mumbled, turning back to my dresser.
“You’re not being unreasonable. I just wish you would have told me this right away.” He cupped my shoulders, spinning me around to face him. “We can’t move forward if I do something wrong and you won’t talk to me about it. Even if it’s just a misunderstanding.” He closed the distance between us, pushing his hips into me and pressing me up against the edge of my dresser. “You feel that?”
I swallowed hard, my body heating as his thick length twitched against my lower belly.
“That’s yours, Gigi.” He cupped the back of my head, sliding his fingers into my hair and holding me in place. “I’m sorry I never saw you that weekend. I wanted to. I was fucking desperate for you. We texted often but it wasn’t enough. That night of my birthday wasn’t enough.” He tugged my head back. “I wanted you again.”
“I wanted you too,” I whispered, remembering the many lonely nights where I would touch myself to thoughts of him.
“I hardly saw my family that weekend too. Rory’s mom had died, so I spent the weekend with him. I’m sorry I never told you. I should have told you. But I was drunk for most of the weekend. That’s no excuse but it’s the truth.”
“I’m sorry for his loss.” I stared up at him, my chest tightening for his friend. “Now I feel even more stupid for getting upset.”
“Don’t.” Vince kissed my forehead. “I would have been upset too. I should have told you and I’m sorry that I’m only just telling you now.”
“I’m sorry I never mentioned it.” I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the flutter of his heart beneath my palm.
“You don’t like talking about your feelings.”
I shrugged. It wasn’t like I ever had any reason to. But people judged when they knew how you felt. It made you a target.
“Hey.” Vince grabbed my hand, leading me to the edge of my bed. He sat, pulling me between his knees. “However you feel, I will not judge you. You hear me?”
I traced the lines of his face with my fingers. “Vince.”
“I asked you a question.” His voice came out rough, his brows narrowing even more in the center.
I sighed. “Yeah, I hear you.”
“Good.” He wrapped his arms around my middle, pulling me onto his lap. “Now that we sorted that shit out, I’m going to fuck you again, then we’re going to take a shower and after that, I’m taking you on a date.”
My stomach tumbled. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He kissed my chin. “I don’t want this to end.”
“Neither do I.” A sense of relief washed over me. “I shouldn’t have sent that text.”
“Doesn’t matter.” His lips pulled up into a grin. “I’m just glad that we’re finally talking.”
My stomach rumbled.
He chuckled. “I guess we’ll have to make this quick so I can feed you.” He stood, spinning us around and dropping me on the bed.
A bubble of laughter escaped me.
Vince grinned, crawling onto the bed toward me. When he knelt between my legs, he towered over me and snarled into the crook of my neck.
I giggled, wrapping my arms around him.
He lifted his head. “We good?”
“Yeah.” I sighed, brushing my fingers along his strong jaw. “We are.”
