Eunoia 2 [{V.H}]

23

Kitty

I flip over the French toast with the spatula and shift from foot to foot, twisting a piece of my hair with my other hand as I watch it cook. Soft music plays off my phone and I hum to it before setting the spatula down, liking how slowly the bread is cooking.

Getting Vinnie home and to bed last night was like trying to get a toddler in the door. In the car, he couldn't keep his hands to himself while I drove until I scolded him and told him to stay on his side which made him pout. When I finally got him out of the truck, he wouldn't let me get his shoes off until I kissed him which turned into a make out session on the stairs, so then I pulled away and got his shoes off before leading him upstairs to what he thought was Kitty heaven- but I made him strip and lay in the bed while I showered. Thankfully, he listened and when I came back out, he was asleep in the bed with Finch under his arm and Hera at his feet.

I yawn and lean against the counter, lowering my head down as I close my eyes, my body begging me to go back to sleep.

The living room couch is calling my name.

Foot steps behind me make me lift my head, and in walks the man himself, his hand over his eyes as he squints through the sunlight filled kitchen to see me.

"Good Morning." I smile softly at him and he scrunches his face up.

"What's good about it?" He mumbles as he walks across the kitchen to sit down at the island across from me.

I chuckle at his comment and slide the cup of water and the bottle of ibuprofen that I had ready for him across the counter and he picks up the water first.

I watch him take a sip of the water and when he lowers it, he cringes before pushing the water and pills to the side so he can lay his head down on the counter.

I walk around the counter to him and run my hand up his back. "You okay?"

"My tolerance lowered." He explains softly, not moving, "It's fine, I'll live."

I pat his back and wall back around the counter, sighing, "Let me know if I can do anything for you."

He shakes his head, and then sits up, "I gotta go back upstairs, the smell is bugging me."

"I can throw it out." I quickly offer, turning the nob of the stove top off.

He frowns at me, but doesn't argue with me, so he must really feel like crap. I follow through with my word. I throw away the French toast and take him by the hand, his water in my other as I take him to the couch. We lay down, and spend most of the day there until we migrate upstairs where I'm able to get him to agree to eating a small salad.

I sit with him on the foot of the bed while Naruto shippuden plays on his laptop that sits on top of the dresser. We really have no need for a tv in the bedroom, the both of us don't watch it enough to have one. I pull a piece of my hair over my shoulder and twirl it around my fingers, my mind wandering from the show when Hinata is shown on the screen.

I can't believe Vinnie asked me to marry him last night. Does he even remember that?

Honestly, I would've said yes if it wasn't Alex and Kouvrs engagement night.

I slump my shoulders at myself.

Im so selfish. Taking advantage of his drunken state- what's wrong with me? But I mean-

I glance at Vinnie side ways, my tummy doing flip flops when I glance to him.

Can you blame me?

His hair is a mess from laying in bed all day, and he's shirtless beside me, in just his boxers as he sits with his head tilted, watching the laptop with his eyes slightly squinted from not being able to see as he chews.