Somehow it is both amazing and terrifying to wake up being held my someone from behind in a bed that's not mine. Well I guess it's mine now but still. Vincent's really warm. Sleeping next to a space heater type of warm. Wait, I didnt sleep strip did I? Quickly I look under the blankets and let out a small sigh of relief. Good news! No sleep strip! Bad news. I'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday. And I didn't wash off my makeup. Fuck my skin is gonna hate me. Glancing over my shoulder to the sleeping man behind me I contemplate slipping out of their grasp.

As I'm about to try I feel Vincent's strong arms tighten around me. Nuzzling into my neck I can feel them smile against my skin. "Morning." Vincent's sleepy voice coos. "Morning." I chuckle softly at how adorable he was. "Hey, I gotta take a shower. Mind starting a pot of coffee?" I ask before kissing their hand. "I would bring you bed in breakfast in bed if you asked." Vincent explains. Is it possible for someone to just sound content? Cause with his tone I'm starting to think it is. "I'm gonna have to let you go hu?" They ask softly. "Only for like 25 minutes. I just need enough time to wash myself and deal with my hair. Maybe change into my pajamas." "Jama day?" He asks. Gawd Damn! The fucking country twang in his voice!!!! "Yup. Jama day." "Hmmmm." Vincent hums holding me tighter. My heart felt like a hummingbird's as he nuzzled deeper into the crook of my neck.

"If you let me go take a shower and change I'll give you a kiss on the cheek." I bargin with a soft smile. Almost immediately Vincent unwrapped his arms and let me go. I giggled a little bit just cause it was cute as hell to see him get all excited for a kiss on the cheek. Sitting up I stretch my arms up and yawn. "Hm." Vincent poked my cheek softly to get my attention. "Ooh riiiight. Somebody wants a kiss." I smirk as they nod excitedly. "Hmmm. Alright, who could say no to that face." Not just his face he looked fucking handsome with bedhead. I'd give him bedhe- Nope. Nope. Not the time. Stopping my internal thoughts I cleared my throat and cupped Vincent's face. "Alright." I smile and lean to his right cheek. "One." Placing a quick kiss I lean over to the left side. "And two." Gently I kissed twice on his scared cheek. Well where a cheek would be. Letting go of Vincent's face I pulled back to see him softly touching the scared cheek. He almost looked like he'd tear up. "Everything okay? Should I not have done that?" I panic and as they stare off into space. After a good minute of silence Vincent whispers. "Thank you." A single tear falling down his face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." I apologize but quickly they stop me. Taking my hands in theirs Vincent brings them to his lips. "One." He softly kisses my nuckles. "And two." Turning my hands he kisses my palms. "Even." Aw shit now I'm tearing up. "Go take your shower. I'll get started on your breakfast." Vincent smiles softly causing my heart to swell and me to tear up more. "Ok." I smile back before getting up.

Coming out the room with my towel and pajamas Vincent gives me as quick hug before heading to the kitchen. I like being this spoiled. I don't deserve any less with what I've dealt with since getting here. As I walk into the bathroom I hum a little tune. I'm a princess bitch! Turning on the water I peel the crooked lashes off my face and strip down making sure to carefully fold my clothes. Once I got in it felt like heaven on my skin. I fucking needed this.

~~~(after shower time skip)

"Clean." I sigh as I step out the shower. Wrapping myself in my towel I clear the fog off the mirror and look at my skin. Luckily my skin care products were already by the sink. Along with my hairbrush and hair care products. And mom always told me I was never organized. Pfft look at me now! As I do my routine I think over yesterday. You know, the realization of me staying here doesn't worry me so much. Might get chased by Bo every now and then but kinda worth it to see him irritated. Am I a brat? Nah. I just enjoy irritating people and having barely any reproductions for my actions. Like I've killed two people, no one from back home knows it was me. Police don't even know this town exists still. No reproductions. Do I have mental health issues? I wrap my hair in my towel and think doe a second. Duh bitch we already knew that. No one that's mentally okay thinks this situation could work. And no one that's mentally stable would have cuddled a multiple murderer. Worth it though, Vincent is comfy to lay with, plus he smells nice.

I put on my pajamas, a tank top and boxers no bra cause fuck that I wanna be comfortable today, and finish my skin care. Once done I step out of the bathroom to the smell of breakfast cooking downstairs. I do look around to make sure Bo would try to get me like he said he would last night before completely coming out of the bathroom though. No Bo. That breakfast smells good. Is Vincent making granola French toast?! "Good morning (Y/n)!" Lester greets catching me off guard and causing me to jump. "Ah! Don't mess with me I be triping! A wa pachow! Wa pachow! Wa pa!" Paniced and ended up hitting something. "Ow! Hey What the?" Some one. I hit some one. I hit Bo again. "Ah!" I screamed. "Ah!" Lester screamed along with me. Lester and I held eachother like Scooby-Doo and Shaggy do when they're scared while still screaming. "Shut up! It's too damn early for this!" Bo shouts making us quiet down. "Now I'm gonna go get breakfast. No. More. Fucking. Screamin." "Mhm." Lester nods and I nod along with him as Bo turns back down the stairs. "So uh, how'd you sleep?" I ask rubbing the back of my neck as I let our a nervous chuckle.