Dio x OC [The Tale Of A Bloody Love]

CHAPTER XXII: [Stupid Girl]

We crossed our little fingers and I slowly approached my lips to his.
"You have just made me a promise." I kissed him and ran away.
I HAVE TO CHANGE MY CLOTHES!
I quickly chose my lingerie and perfumed myself. I didn't have time to do a nice hairstyle that he knocked on my door. I put on a black silk nightgown and invited him in.
He appeared with a relaxed attitude and approached the bed in which I waited patiently. He cast a puzzled look in my direction.
"W-What...?" I asked him, being uncomfortable.
"You ran away without hearing the promise I wanted to tell you. What the hell are you doing?"
I threw myself on my back into bed, sighing. I didn't notice that the belt of my nightgown went loose, giving a glimpse of my partially bare bust.
"Come and make me hear it closer. I am deaf."
I didn't dare lower my eyes to look at him, so I stared at the ceiling. I heard him chuckle slightly and he came to join me, by taking off his jacket.
He embraced me and then carried me so that I lay down on him. I, who didn't dare to meet his gaze, was now forced to.

He put a strand of my hair behind my ear and planted a slight kiss on my forehead.
My muscles stretched and my cheeks became crimson. I was totally confused and surprised by his sincere gesture.
Although I'm his girlfriend and know he's not as obnoxious as he seems... I still can't get used to receiving such sweetness, such attention from him. It's so confusing...
He noticed the cringe and put me on his side to lie me down next to him.

I knew I killed the vibe.

I looked up at him. He was focused in his thoughts, staring at the ceiling. His blond hair became all tangled up against the pillow.

He doesn't look like his mother and yet, he's beautiful like her... Thank God he has no trait of his ugly father. Even if he has sometimes his strong-willed, he's different. Different from all men. I don't think it's love that makes me think that about him. There's something special about him. He sees things a certain way, but he keeps it all in a triple locked safe. I don't quite understand why, but maybe that's what smart people do. I always wonder what that perfect man is doing with me. This question has been going around and around in my head since I was officially in a relationship with him. I know he hates that kind of question. But I also need to have confidence in myself, to have that answer.
We stayed like this for a while. Then he spooning me. I stopped thinking and awkwardly grabbed his hands and pressed them around my waist, sticking my back against his chest.

I remarked to myself that I should have ripped off his damn shirt before.

My jaw was almost falling so cold his hands were. He pressed me a little more against him, which finally relaxed me.
"If I shouldn't ask myself countless questions, you shouldn't keep many things in you." I broke the silence.
"I'm just thinking. And you're invited to shut the fuck up when I do." He mumbled in my hair.
"Aw, Dio you're so sweet in your words!" I said, smiling secretly.
"Men attract women by words. Humans are so weak about this. I prefer to show you how much you attract me when you do something stupid." He drew circles with the tip of his finger around my navel.
I wiggled a little then became accustomed to his sensual tickles filled with tenderness. I pinched my lips. But I didn't forfeit. I gently grabbed his large hands and placed them higher on my chest. He instinctively grabbed my breasts.
I took off my underwear top then my hands held his, waiting for them to warm up against my skin.
I'm thinking that with this, he won't get too upset if I ask him...
"What do you find in me?" I asked him, keeping my gaze on the wall decoration in front of me. He remained silent. I waited for an answer but nothing came out of his mouth.
"I'm asking you this because I can't figure out how I got here... You are perfection while I am just... me?... You could have much better." I added.
He said nothing. I began to wonder if he was sleeping. I faced him. He looked at me intensely, his face was so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my forehead.