65. CLUELESS

VINCENT

"I can't stay overnight, Vincent. Let me go, our deal is over." She glanced over at the spot she had squirted on, then turned away, shame written all over her face.

I smirked, deciding to tease her a little, "And you think you can just up and leave after messing up my bed with pee?"

She gasped, then smacked my arm, and I could tell she was as red as a tomato even under the dim lighting of the room. It was already dark, so I had simply turned on the bedside lamp by side, too tired to walk over to the main switch.

"Stop it, right now. You refused to let me go pee, now you're blaming me for this?" She accused.

I shrugged, "Didn't feel like pausing the fun just because the girl bed-wets."

Katerina threw the duvet at me and started to get off the bed, but I was quick to wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back to my chest. The words I had intended to say to her dried up in my mouth when her eyes met mine.

We just stared into each other's eyes for the next minute, until she wa