This day couldn’t possibly grow to be any worse; here you were straddling the one man who hated you. He begrudgingly held your waist in a firm manner to stop you from falling as the photos were taken. The flashes of the camera beginning to grow tiring as you grew impatient for your long awaited break.

“Pull up your sleeve it’s falling.”

Vil stated plainly, his gaze condescending as he looked up at you on top of him. He couldn’t wait to have you off of him.