Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In - Pt4

*this is basically just a vinnie book at this point, but lmk if i shld just make it its own book and continue w other ppl here or if i shld just keep writing here.
** also this will be a longer chapter.

Vinnie and I have been texting back and forth for a couple of days. I like that he keeps the same energy in person as he does on the phone. Most guys now are just all "here's a photo of my dick" but then in person they act like girls have fucking cooties or something and are afraid to even give you a kiss. Vinnie's not like that. He tests me and my boundaries and, most importantly, doesn't send unsolicited dick pics. (Not that I would mind if it was from him.)

He called me the other night and we almost had phone sex, but his friend, I think his name was Kio or something, came barging into his room. I was so sad that we had to stop, but I'm just glad that it wasn't my fault, because he would definitely have something to say about that. (Not that I would mind that either.)

Just as I was getting even. more wrapped up in my thoughts, I heard my phone ding.

Literal God:
I'm picking you up today and we're going to my place.

His place?? I haven't been to his place yet. I don't know if I'm nervous, excited, or both.

Literal God:
I see you in the chat, stupid. Quite frankly, you don't have a choice. You're coming over today. So get ready.

Something about him being so demanding was so sexy. He wanted to see me. And, shit, I wanted to see him, too.

Me:
What time?

Literal God:
I'm on my way, so hurry up.

Me:
What?? I just got out of the shower, I'm not ready!

Literal God:
Ooh, I wanna see;)

Me:
Haha, very funny. But seriously, I'm not gonna be ready in time.

Literal God:
I've seen you with mascara all over your face and your hair in an absolute mess and kept fucking you. You're not gonna scare me away.

Me:
Touché. Fine, I'll hurry up.

Literal God:
That's all I asked.

If I didn't have enough time to really get ready, I would make sure I had something sexy on. I didn't really need makeup, because, like Vinnie said, it was gonna end up smeared all over my face anyway. I would just make my hair look better and put on a nice lace matching set under a revealing crop top and some baggy jeans that made my ass look good and my waist look small.

I don't know why I was so nervous. I think it was because this is the first time we would be meeting intentionally, which put more pressure on it. I had more time to think, which is never good because my mind is my worst enemy.

I did my skin care routine and put on some flavored chapstick. I also was chewing gum like my life depended on it. I wasn't doing it because I wanted my breath to smell better, I brushed my teeth for that, but I chewed gum when I was nervous. It was better than biting my nails. After all, I figured that I would need those dig into Vinnie's back later.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my phone ring.

Literal God is calling...

V: I'm downstairs.
Y/n: That car is yours?
V: No, it's my dogs. Of course, it's mine.

I could hear the sarcasm in his voice, it was so clear that I could picture him rolling his eyes at me. And it was sexy as hell.