Right in the middle was a black sleek king-sized bed. Dark and mysterious like the man breathing behind me. The walls enhanced the space, but my suspicions were somewhat accurate.
Christian kept true to the mysterious stereotype with his black sheets.
He must look insanely hot shirtless in bed. His back muscles flexed as the sun shone down on him in the morning. All the hard ridges protruding and tensing while hepushed himself up with his hands. The blanket would fall down his back and sneak a snippet of his taut ass.
“You done?”
I jumped from the quiet murmur in my ear which succeeded at making my heartbeats crash into each other and it interrupted my flow of living. “We should sleep.”
I hated how breathy my voice sounded. I hated it more that Christian laughed because he could be standing frozen like a psychopath, and I’d still be turned on.
Darting out of his room towards my own bathroom, I splashed water on my face. This was fine—I was fine. Technically, I hadn’t slept in the same bed with another person since him.
Even though I tried sleeping with other men, it never worked. I never made it past the kissing stage.
Sleeping next to someone was scary because what if I snored? It could be worse, there was a chance I’d fart in my sleep, or I’d kick him and not know. The tangible heat between one body and the other felt stifling because what if they could smell my breath and held theirs in because it didn’t smell great.
That thought forced me to floss my teeth twice.
I missed my period this time around, but there was the constant thought lingering of whether I’d get it today. If I did, I’d leak all over his sheets and get them dirty. I’d be a mess and disgust him and he’d never see me in an attractive way again. I didn’t have pads on me either. I usually did, but I didn’t and that was stupid of me because I should have been prepared. I should have multiple pads with me, but I had zero—If I did leak, Christian would know about it and then he’d have to get me pads and then I’d be embarrassedbecause he’d know and then it would be terrible because he’d look at me in an odd way and would no longer be attracted to me and then I wouldn’t get that much-needed orgasm I wanted and he would?—
A knock bowled through my thoughts with a perfect strike.
Christian opened the door, and a worried look met my frantic ones. He was fresh out of the shower. The silver chain peaked out from beneath his black tank and my mouth watered when I noticed how low his grey sweatpants hung on him.
“Did you come to check on me because you were scared, I’d fall into the toilet?” I joked.
“You’ve been in here for thirty minutes.” Christian didn’t laugh. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t spiralling.”
Thirty minutes? I checked the tiny clock in the bathroom.
“Oh well,” I washed my hands one last time. Pretending that I did my whole routine, and this was normal—I wasn’t spiralling. “You know how skin care is,” I rubbed the skin hard. “Very lengthy and tedious.”
Christian closed the tap and took my hands in his. Softly, he spoke. “You’re good, baby.”
Simple words and I yielded to their consideration.
The next bit was a blur.
Christian guided me to bed with a soft hold to my wrist. He undid the buttons of the coat and folded it neatly on a chair. He didn’t look below my eyes, didn’t seem interested in any other part of me when he shrugged me out of my ripped dress.
A gentle nudge and I was in bed. Naked and vulnerable, but he covered me with his soft blanket.
Loving genes ran in his blood.
The bed dipped under his weight.
The lights were off, my mind was numb, and despite the thoughts I had in the bathroom, having Christian next to me only calmed my nerves, releasing my stress and tension and all those tightened constraints twitching in my throat.
In the peaceful silence, “They’re planning the party for the beginning of September.”
For a moment, I thought he fell asleep. His face was turned to the side and his chest moving up and down in a rhythmic formation.
But he moved it to face mine and all the haziness disappeared.
The world showed me many beautiful creations, but when I was looking at Christian, my vision focused solely on him. As if it was created to only ever see him and nothing else.
“We’ll tell everyone tomorrow.”
