"I don't know how i got that on me," I blurted out, and he chuckled."Really?" He asked, and a small nervous smile curled to my lips. "We shouldn't be focused on this, aren't we focused on celebrating Christian's death?" I asked, and he nodded, then pointed at the bathtub. I walked towards it, but my cheeks were all flushed.God, how did I wear mismatched underwear?" I cursed in my mind, and sucked down on my bottom lip, but as my toe touched the water, I flinched."It's cold," I muttered, but then I felt Vincent's hands on my waist."Wait, don'-" I didn't finish my words, and he pushed me straight into the water. My hair was all wet now."It's not that cold!" He said, stepping in, but froze on sighting my death glare."Why did you have to push me?" I asked, with tears and anger lingering in my face."Hey, don't cry," he said and jumped in. The water splashed, but he didn't care about it. He held my elbows, and gently his left hand parted the strands of hair on my face."I didn't mean
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