"s**t, was that suppose to happen?" I asked breathlessly, looking at Vincent with wide eyes. I didn't know what this meant and I was hoping neither one of us would regret it.
Don't worry, it was just an extremely intense and long make out session in his hotel room.
He shrugged, looking at me with a sly grin, "I don't know but I don't regret it." A exhaled a breath of relief.
We both were laying on the soft couch in his room, me on top of him. I slowly started rolling off of him but he grabbed my forearm, "Don't leave." His voice was husky and low, sexy as hell.
I looked at him in awe, "You have pretty eyes." I sounded like a five year old.
His deep laugh sounded in my ears making me want to do a lot more than make out with him. "You're beautiful." He smiled at me.
I blushed and buri
