It was around 7 in the morning when vince was woken up by his parched throat screaming to be hydrated once again. He was about to get up from bed until he felt a pair of firm arms pull him back down to the dishevelled sheets. It was on of "those" mornings where you'd go smitten all of a sudden, and hed gladly join. But for now he couldn't put up with this bullshit- "Cmon let go.." He strained out before nipping at your arm to ease your grip.