Chapter Three: All That Matters Is Us

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Chapter Three

That evening as we're getting ready for bed, I still feel weird after what happened this morning. Johnny is sitting in bed, scrolling through his phone. I take out my earrings and set them on the dresser. "Hey, babe?" I ask, looking at him.

He immediately puts his phone down and looks at me. "What's up?"

I get lost in his dark gaze for a second. "Nothing. It's nothing."

"Are you okay (y/n)? You've been kind of weird since this morning." I open my mouth to say something then close it. His gaze softens. "(y/n) you can tell me anything. You know that?"

I melt a little inside. "I don't deserve you."

He laughs softly. "Are you kidding? If anything, I don't deserve you."

"That's not true—"

"But it is." He sighs. "(y/n) what's wrong?"

I take a deep breath before speaking. "You know...You know that I'm not just with you for your dick and because you buy me nice things, right?"

He smiles at me sweetly. "Come here."

I nod and walk over to him. I get on the bed and straddle his hips, burying my head in his neck.

"(y/n) look at me." I slowly move my head up to look him in the eyes. "Of course, I know that."

"But the guys—"

"Let them think what they want to. All that matters here is you and me."

I sigh. "I love you, Johnny. For so much more than that."

He leans in and whispers, "I love you too." Johnny looks at me gently. "(y/n) can I kiss you?" I nod as he leans in and captures my lips in a gentle kiss. The kiss is slow and sweet. He pulls apart too soon, and I pout, which makes him laugh. "You're so cute." I blush at this and look away. "(y/n)." He says my name and gently turns my head to look him in the eyes. "I love you, okay? I mean that. And I meant it earlier when I said I don't deserve you."

"Johnny, you don't have to..."

"But I do. I need you to know. You're amazing. I don't need to be anything but me when I'm with you. And I love that. When you look at me, you do this thing with your eyes and I just—" He sighs. "I feel at home with you. When I try to shut the world out, you don't leave. You have so much patience with me, so much kindness. If I don't want to talk, you just hold me until I'm ready, you never push. I buy you nice things because I love you and you deserve it. I have sex with you because I love you and want to feel close to you. I know you. And I know that you're not some gold-digging whore or whatever else anybody thinks."

I laugh slightly at the last part. "Okay, I never said that—"

"(y/n) I know you. I know you were thinking it."

I smile, "Fine. Maybe I was."

He smiles at me. "I love you, okay? And I know you love me and the rest of it doesn't matter. No one else matters. What we do is our business. Not theirs."

I nod softly. "Thank you," I whisper.

"Of course."

"I love you too." I lean in and kiss him passionately. He kisses back and wraps his arms around me. He pulls me closer to him as I thread my fingers through his chestnut hair and kiss him deeper. After a few moments, we break apart for air. I watch his chest rise and fall and feel his warm breath on my skin. I smile down at him widely, causing him to grin too.

"But like, it was good, right? Because if not, next time I can—"

I kiss him again. "It was amazing, please don't do anything different."

"Good. Because I just want to show you how much I love you."

I smile, "Don't worry. You do a really good job of it already." I kiss his forehead. "But seriously, I do love you. For you. The orgasms are just an added bonus."

He laughs and leans in to kiss me, hard. I kiss back with as much love as I can. He pulls away for a second and smirks. "Do you want another added bonus now, because I can..."

My eyes light up. "Oh my god, yes."

He laughs softly before pressing his lips to mine again. He pushes me back slowly, so I'm lying back on the bed with him on top of me. He begins to place soft kisses down my neck and on my chest, where my nightgown drops down. I let a soft moan of his name escape my lips as I relax back and let him slip his tongue between my legs.

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