After way too much browsing on Netflix while Vincent fished out a bottle of wine from the kitchen, I ended up putting on an obscure Chinese horror movie before settling on the couch next to Vincent. Initially, I kept a respectable distance between us, but I was pleased to find that he immediately pulled me to him so my head was resting against his shoulder, his fingers lazily lacing through my hair.
"Ooh, wanna get in my pants already?" I teased, comfortably resting my hand across his chest.
"I just couldn't wait to hold you," he mumbled, his chest vibrating underneath my touch.
"Me neither," I grinned, nestling deeper into his arms. "I can't believe I never asked you this, but what do you even do for work?"
"I'm a Procurement Executive."
"Say that again, but in English this time."
He chuckled, ruffling my hair, "You know, like a purchase coordinator."
"And what exactly do you purchase? Weed? Guns?"