Chapter 6 Sixth

Gabriela

My whole body is sore. I can't even lift a single finger to reach the glass of water on the bedside table to fill my thirst.

" Do you need any help, my love?" I heard Giovanni's teasing voice from the corner of the room. I don't need to lift myself from the bed and see what he is doing.

This man is cruel. And I meant that.

I squirm under the sheets. " Smoking will kill you, Dela Vin."

My voice croaks dry. The fact that he made me run over his garden is awful. I cannot forgive him for dragging me into his habit of running to release his frustration over his gang.

Frowning, he sat down on the side of the bed. "No one can kill me, my love," he whispers as he runs a hand through my hair.

I swallow and look away. There is something about him today that intimidates me. Maybe I am not used to seeing him early in the morning with all of his naked chest waving in front of my eyes. Even then, ‌hearing Giovanni calling me his love is...overwhelming.

My heart aches. It should not falter, right? But it is extremely faltering hearing those words coming out of his lips.

Faltering too fast.

Faltering too dangerously.

Maybe, if he didn't just claim my lips. If his kisses yesterday were not passionate as it should be, then I won't be feeling like this. A timid teenager girl whose heart is beating for some guy.

" Are you sore?"

I nodded. " Too sore."

"Too sore for a fuck?"

" Giovanni!" I croak out, pushing my hands on his chest to create some distance. I think I regained all of my wasted energies hearing his words. " Don't you have something to do, Mob leader?"

He turns, laughing. " You're my wife now. There's nothing to be shy about it. Every married couple fuck every now and then."

I watch him for a moment. His lips are showing a lopsided grin while his brows are furrowed, inculcating how he is teasing me about this. The thing is, I haven't done anything other than kissing. And I am afraid. A man like him bedded many women to satisfy his needs. He can have women at his feet pleasuring him and doing every kinky thing that he wants while I don't know anything about pleasuring men.

I let out a groan, still too sore to lift myself from the bed if Giovanni hadn't gently placed his hand over my waist to help me.

" Maybe if you did not make me ache all over my body, I can consider giving you that, Van. But there's no way I am doing you if I can't even lift my finger."

He looks completely shocked. " Say that again."

I blink and innocently looked at him. " What? That I can't even lift my finger because you made me run with you yesterday?"

" Not that. My name...you said..."

Giovanni looks too lost while looking at me. His eyes reflect emotions I haven't seen in the past few days that I am here with him. He's been stroking the side of my cheeks, and I felt like my heart will burst out. He looks ephemeral.

Too heavenly to look at.

" Van," I whispered. " Van."

A faint smile graces his lips, and then he turned around to face the other side of the room.

I grabbed his shoulder to make him look at me, asking what is wrong but he said nothing. After two solid minutes, I heard him clearing his throat and walking to the door.

He stops midway through. Giovanni's shoulder is whole tense and hard as I can hear him breathing hard.

" Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

He grabs the doorknob. " You did not."

" Then why are you suddenly walking away from me, Van?"

He perks up. Slowly, he turned around, showing me his red face. My mouth formed an automatic shock expression seeing him all flushed from his blushing cheeks down to his red neck.

" Keep calling me that, my love. Keep calling me that and I might fall hard."

*****

We spend the day just doing nothing inside of the house.

It was fun teasing Giovanni blushing earlier but I don't think I have the heart to tease him anymore after he shut me up with a passionate kiss. It was hot, alright. He knows how to shut me up by a kiss. The only problem is that I don't know how to stop him once he goes overboard more than kissing.

It's sweet, but every goddamn kiss turns me on to the point I think I might just get naked for him.

" What's your favorite color of panties?"

I looked up to face him. We are in the living room, just chilling and watching some random series. Giovanni is sitting on the couch while my head is laying on his thighs. One thing that I notice about him is he loves to play with my hair, that's why I always let him.

" Are you serious?" I asked.

He only gave me a fast glance before nodding. Seeing him too serious while watching a doctor series show is such a mysterious sight. When I saw it earlier, I thought he was more fancy action films but I think I'm wrong.

" You said we should make this marriage work, right? Then I think knowing things about each other is the first step," he shrugged, talking like it was nothing.

I had to rise from his thighs and pinch his nose out of irritation. " Knowing my favorite color of panties will not make you know more about me, Van."

He chuckles. " Oh. It will. Believe me. I will know what type of a person you are if you tell me your favorite color of panties."

" Impress me," I almost choke on laughing. There's no way someone like him can know the personality of someone just by knowing her favorite color of panties.

That is absurd.

He looks competitive though. As he draped his one arm over my shoulder to pull me closer, I can see him thinking hard.

" Okay, hear me out," he proposed. " If a woman's favorite color of panty is red, it means she's a seductress. If it's black, it means she probably a combination of sultry and naughty type."

" And if it's white?" I intervene, not wanting to believe what I am hearing.

Giovanni shakes his head. A toothy grin appears on his lips. " Well.." he licks his bottom lips and looked away. "It means she's innocent."

That's it.

I needed to speak for myself.

My hands scratch my nose as I struggle the find the right words to say. This is one of a fucking embarrassing conversation. But we are going to get married soon and he should know about this.

" Van..."

" Hmm?"

" I don't know how..."

He raise a brow. " How what?"

" How to be intimate. I don't know how."