Thirty Six

Vincent didn't hesitate to pull me into his bed, legs entangling, my back pressed against his chest as his arm encircled my torso. His other hand rhythmically caressed my hair as I listened to the sound of his steady breathing, allowing his warmth seep into my bones.

I didn't know how long he quietly held me like that, but I felt calm, peaceful. I didn't want to leave the cocoon of his embrace, to face the outside world again. To face my friends. To face Avery.

I just wanted to be here.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked softly, quietly. I shook my head, and he immediately relented.

"It's okay. It'll all be okay."

"Aren't you mad at me?"

"I was," He paused for a moment, still playing with my hair, "but you don't know how happy I am to see you right now."

"I'm sorry. I really am."

"I know," he sighed, "So am I. I was... incredibly hard on you. You didn't deserve that."