"I-it's not that-"
"Then what is it? You are always afraid of me and back away from me whenever I try to just touch you. But you are never like this when I'm not touching you. You're even sassy when I am not. Worse, you even hate it when I come close to you. I honestly don't understand why you're rejecting me like this!"
"No woman has ever rejected me before , but you are the first, so I am curious. Do you dislike me?"
He asked, and Diana slightly shook her head at him.
"No-no, I don't. I don't hate you at all."
She replied, and very frustrated by the fact that this was always her answer every time he questioned her, he angrily grabbed her hands and pushed her down on the bed.
"You are always telling me this, yet you won't even let me touch you or hug you! Why are you fucking confusing me like this?"
He inquired in deep frustration, and Diana breathed heavily, with her eyes fixed on him.
"Mr. Vicenzo-"
