The way he smiles (Vincent x reader)

I Promise

Vincent's POV
Why hasn't she asked any questions? This is strange. She's usually super nosy. I thought as I walked into the front door. Glancing back at her, it seemed she was lost in her own thoughts. Maybe she's trying to figure out the right questions.

"Hey," I said waving my hand in her face. She jumped and looked at me. "I'm going to make dinner now." She nodded and went to the couch. I don't like it being this quiet.

Y/n POV

You sat on the couch, still lost in your thoughts. Now that the adrenaline was gone, your side really hurt. You placed your hand on your wound. He really was hiding something after all. How have my feelings for him not change. I still love him with all my heart, but why? Is it because of his smile? His humor? His charm? I dunno.

You heard Vincent begin to fry something in the kitchen. Whatever he was making smelled good. You began to get up, but winced from the pain. You took a sharp breath in and slowly raised from the couch. Carefully walking into the kitchen, you saw Vincent in the fridge. Seems he was making a philly steak.

"Smells good." Vincent turned around and smiled at you.

"I'm glad you think so." He replied as he came closer to you and placed his hands on your waist. You smiled and winced as pain shot through your side. Vincent pulled his hand back quickly with worry. He lifted your shirt up to look at your bandages.

"Your bleeding an awful lot babe. We might have to renew your bandages before we eat." He said looking at you with kindness in his eyes. You nodded your head as he turned back around. Vincent turned off the stove and covered the food with a lid so it would stay warm.

He took you by the hand and led you to the bathroom. You sat down on the toilet seat cover as he dug for gauze and cotton.

As he removed the previous bandages, you felt another sharp pain shoot through your side. He pressed the bandage against your side.

"Your a bleeder." He said with a soft chuckle.

"Do I need stitches?"

Vincent looked up at you. He shook his head as he replaced your bandage. "No, I couldn't take you to a hospital anyway. They'd ask to many questions," He softly pat your thigh as he stood up. "Besides, I can take care of you here. Anything you need I can give you. I promise."

You felt your heart jump as he smiled. He kissed your forehead and left the bathroom. You sat there as you thought about what he said. I guess that's the reason I still love him.