Chapter 8

Vincent's pov

Tuesday 4th May 2021

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"You are bad influence," I say as I rub my sore head. Damian laughs but winces when his own hangover hits him.

"You suggested drinking," he grumbles as I climb off his body. We're both still fully dressed and stinking of alcohol.

"You should have said no," I say and he rolls his eyes but I can see him smiling a little. I follow him to the kitchen where he gets me a glass of water and headache pills.

"Take these and drink all the water. It'll make you feel better," he says and I do as he says. He does the same and watches closely as some of the water drips down my chin.

"What are you looking at?" I ask innocently and he pins me against the counter, his arms boxing me in as his lips connect with mine. My head throbs but I don't mind as his tongue dances with mine hungrily. His thigh pushes between my legs and I moan into his mouth.

"You're so hot," Damian breathes as his lips trail down my neck.

"I'm too hungover