The Perfect Girl

Chapter 2:

Chapter 2:

"PERVERT!" I screamed. I immediately scramble myself from the top of the bed. "What the hell are you doing here?!" I whisper-yell at him; embarrassed over my top-notching scream. I was worrying that my dorm mates might hear over the ruckus I'm –we’re creating.

"What's wrong paying my beloved a visit?" He asks innocently.

"It's obviously wrong! It's..." I grabbed my phone on the nightstand. "And don't call me beloved."

"What's wrong calling my beloved, 'beloved'?"

"Oh my gosh." I piped up, looking at the time. "It's three in the morning! Seriously, who the hell's in their proper mind paying a visit this early?!"

"Well, the meeting ended earlier than I expected and I really wanted to see you as soon as possible." He shrugs.

I shook my head, placing my palm on face, groaning. I sigh really hard. "Jesus, I can't handle your crazy."

Then I heard a shifting sound of cloth. I look back at him, who was nonchalantly removing his suit. "What are you doing?" I asked, terrified and wondering what kind of crazy he will do this time.

"Removing my suit." He states the obvious.

"Yeah... I could see that. I mean what for?"

"We're sleeping."

His words raised me on fire. Both my mind and body suddenly jolts fully awake. Oh gosh. First, he just scared the living lights out of me, asking me to marry him. And now, he's asking me to sleep with him?

My mouth flew open, don't knowing what to say next. But I know what I should do: protect my chastity. I directly made a cross mark over my arms -a barricade. "Don't." I managed to say, not meeting his eyes.

He slips off his other shoe, looking at me with a benign expression of silliness. "What are you doing?" He snorts while slowly scooting himself over my bed, and lays himself down. He pats my pillow then says, "Come on. Sleep."

"Huh?" I'm reined by my feeling of surprise.

"Just... Sleep," He says, yawning.

Oh, sleep. He meant this. My cheeks flows with embarrassment. "I'll sleep on Maria's bed." I said, scuffing off my bed, but he clutches my arm with no intention of letting me off.

"Sleep here." He commanded.

"Why do we have to share bed? And anyway, you're not supposed to be here."

"You're my wife, and we're sharing bed."

"We're not even married."

"We will be, so what's the difference calling you my 'wife'?"

"Has anyone called you stubborn?"

"Yeah, you. Only you." I can see him beaming sparkles with his smiles on this darkness. "You are the only person who tells me she hates me; the only person who doesn't want me after all the huge proposal script I made; the only person who hates sharing bed with me; and the only person who I really want, and doesn't want me back at all. That's.... unbelievable." He says, drifting off, and his eyelids are shutting off.

A confession revealed. Once again I was left speechless. No words can come out of my mouth. "Geez, you're really impossible." I mumbled, shaking my head.

With his grip, it's impossible for me to break free. So I scuff to the edge of the bed. My intention was placing a pillow between us for barrier but I didn't. It was too cramped for two people sharing a single bed.