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The bed is warm, my stomach is full of insects with beautiful wings, and my lips are parted as soft breaths escape me, and I stare at him for a few stolen moments, mouth dry. He opens his eyes slowly, a few blinks, and licks his lips. He turns, eyes falling upon me, and smiles.
"Hi."
I laugh (it sounded more like a giggle, but I would never admit that), and pull the blankets closer to my face. He sits up, rubs his eyes, and looks at the door as it bursts open. Vincent gapes at us, looks at me, covers his eyes, and claims graciously that he had seen nothing. He slams the door behind him and Josh has got a flush of red on his cheeks. I get out of bed and point to the direction of the bathroom.
"We've got extra toothbrushes."
He hums and stands, but before I can get to the door he grabs my wrist and I face him. He hugs me, chin on my shoulder struggling to stay there with his stature, and inhales. "Thank you." He says, and moves away so I can open the door. Vincent is at the table and sips out of his mug when the two of us walk past. I show Josh the drawer with the new pack of toothbrushes and wait outside until he's done. Vincent makes a strange noise and taps his nail against the edge of the ceramic mug.
"I can't believe you fucked Isaiah's best friend. This is insane. News worthy."
I roll my eyes unceremoniously. "We didn't have sex, we just napped." I say. Vincent scoffs.
"Oh, please, Tyler. You have scratch marks on your throat."
I swallow thickly and the bathroom door opens before I can tell Vincent that those scratch marks were provided by my own fingernails, and were not from ecstasy. I enter the bathroom after Josh passes me, smelling of Colgate and our handsoap. I sit on the toilet seat and shut my eyes, making sure my eyes are dry before I brush my teeth. I wash my face, exhale, and leave the room. Josh is putting his shoes on.
"Y-You don't want breakfast?" I blurt. He shakes his head, digging his foot into the boot and approaches me. Vincent pretends not to stare as he sets a hand on my waist.
"Thank you for last night, I really needed that."
"Melatonin also works." I reply. He smiles and kisses my cheek, making me blush as he goes to whisper in my ear.
"I'll call you?"
"I'd like that." I whisper back. He pulls back, saliva from his lips still alive on my cheek, and makes for the door.
"It was nice to meet you, Vincent." He says as he leaves. When the door clicks shut Vincent gets up, cup in hand, and nearly spills coffee all over the floor as he sings the intro to Bohemian Rhapsody. I sigh and grab the Lucky Charms, pouring it into a bowl. He screams loudly as I sit and points at me.
"He likes you! That was totally not just a nap, Tyler."
I shove a spoonful in my mouth. "We're just friends, I met him the night Isaiah and himself came over."
