As the plane soared through the skies, I gazed out the window, watching as the clouds drifted by.
Thankfully it was a private plane so I didn't have to deal with people's shrade.
Vincent sat beside me, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made me shiver.
"Blossom, are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. I had a lot of things on my mind at the moment. I didn't want to talk about anything right now. I just wanted to escape, to forget.
But on a more serious note, it was beginning to become very obvious that Vincent was becoming very caring for the past few days, and liked it... I liked the new him, It was like he was finally opening up.
Vincent's eyes narrowed, but he didn't push the issue. Instead, he reached out and took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine in a firm but gentle grip.
I felt a spark of electricity run through my body at his touch, but I didn't pull away. I needed his comfort right now, his reassurance.
As the plane flew on, Vincent and I sat in silence, the only sound the hum of the engines and the occasional rustle of the flight attendants. But despite the silence, I felt a sense of comfort with Vincent, a sense of safety.
And as I looked over at him, I saw something in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat. A glimmer of warmth, of caring.
But it was quickly extinguished, replaced by his usual cold, hard expression.
I sighed, feeling a pang of disappointment. Why did Vincent have to be so distant, so aloof? Why couldn't he just show me some emotion, some feeling?
But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that gave me hope. A spark of warmth, of humanity.
And I knew that I wasn't going to give up on him, no matter how hard he tried to push me away...
As the plane flew on, the sky outside darkened, and the stars began to twinkle like diamonds. Vincent and I sat in silence, the only sound the hum of the engines.
Suddenly, Vincent's hand tightened around mine, and he pulled me closer. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body as he leaned in, his face inches from mine.
"Blossom," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. "I'm sorry."
His eyes locked onto mine, and I saw the sincerity there, the regret. He was apologizing for more than just the recent events; he was apologizing for everything he had ever done to hurt me.
I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked into his eyes. For a moment, I saw beyond the cold, hard exterior, and I saw the pain and vulnerability beneath.
"Vincent," I whispered back, my voice barely audible. "It's okay."
And then, without another word, Vincent's lips crashed down on mine. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and all-consuming. I felt like I was melting into him, like our bodies were becoming one.
I dropped all that weighed on my mind and sinked into his embrace.
As we kissed, Vincent's hands roamed over my body, sending shivers down my spine. He touched me like he owned me, like he had every right to my body.
I felt his fingers brush against my skin, sending sparks flying everywhere. His hands cupped my face, holding me in place as he deepened the kiss.
And then I remembered... It was this feeling that I missed, this feeling that made me pull away when Rion tried to kiss me.
Our tongues tangled, our lips moving in perfect sync. I felt like I was drowning in him, like I was losing myself in his arms.
And then, in a movement that was both gentle and rough, Vincent pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, feeling his hardness beneath me.
Our lips never parted as Vincent's hands explored my body. He touched me like he owned me.
With one tug he's shirt was off, revealing he's perfectly broad chest.
I felt his fingers brush against my skin, sending sparks flying everywhere. His hands cupped my breasts, holding them in place as he kissed me deeper.
I moaned, feeling like I was on fire. Vincent's touch was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was like he knew exactly what I needed, exactly how to touch me.
As we sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, Vincent's hands continued to explore my body. His fingers traced the curves of my waist and hips, sending shivers down my spine.
I felt like I was melting into his touch, like my body was responding to his every command. Vincent's lips never left mine, his tongue tangling with mine in a passionate kiss.
But as we moved together, our bodies in perfect sync, I suddenly felt a pang of uncertainty. This was moving too fast, too soon.
I pulled away, my eyes locking onto Vincent's. He looked at me, his eyes questioning, his chest heaving with exertion.
"Vincent," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I...I need some space."
Vincent's eyes narrowed, but he nodded, his face expressionless. "Okay," he said, his voice low and husky.
As I pulled away from Vincent, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. But at the same time, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had just made a mistake.
Vincent's eyes never left mine, his gaze piercing and intense. I felt like he could see right through me, like he knew exactly what I was thinking.
"Blossom," he said, his voice low and husky. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head, feeling a sense of uncertainty. "I...I don't know," I stammered.
Vincent's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "You're scared of me, aren't you?" he asked, his voice dripping with emotion.
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Was I still scared of him? I didn't know. All I knew was that I was confused, and I needed some time to think.
But before I could respond, Vincent stood up, his movements swift and fluid. "I'll give you some space," he said, his voice cold and detached.
And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me feeling confused and uncertain...