A perfect performance with a whole lot of improv but definitely worth an Oscar.
Christian carried me up the stairs. Only the sound of our rippling breaths between us. With those dark, seductive hazels, Christian kept his gaze on me—not once pulling even the slightest bit away to make space for air.
After months of walking on a tightrope, we reached a flat platform and weren’t willing to let each other walk on our own.
It was us against the world.
Not us against each other.
If only it hadn’t taken me that long to realize that.
“You okay?” He tapped a kiss to my nose when I zoned out.
Nuzzling my face into his neck, “More than.”
He opened the door to his room. The same room we’d been sleeping in for a while. We talked to each other in this bubble, away from the world, away from the public’s constant questioning of why we married each other.
Here, it was me and him.
Adelaide and Christian.
No last names to stop us.
Gently dropping me on the bed, he turned around to shut the door.
When it clicked, my heart sped fast and fast until the energy succeeded itself and broke apart. Each piece rippled off into a secluded corner in my body.
Overwhelming and indigestible, this feeling.
I got up. My palms were sweaty, and his bed was probably soaked from my wet clothes.
His eyes punctured me into the ground. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To change?”
Embarrassing. How achy and pitchy my voice sounded.
He continued staring at me while I shifted under it. “I don’t want your bed to get wet.”
Dark, gloomy, and a new form of sexy I couldn’t handle.
Christian tilted his head. “It’ll get wet either way.”
“Not if I—”oh.
Swallowing hard, I rubbed a hand over my chest.
“Sit down, Adelaide.”
“I’m good, thank you.”
He gave me a hard stare.
I sat.
Satisfied, Christian slowly lifted the sleeves of his shirt. Exposing those God-like arms to me. The muscles on his bicep were inappropriately sexy—they should be in a separate category of porn. He moved with such agility. Carefully unbuttoning the remaining ones on his shirt—enticing me with the hair dragging down towardsthere. He looked better than my fantasies—which was a hard feat since my fantasies were phenomenal.
“Maybe we should…” Christian licked his lips and fixated on my own whilst giving me a show. “Take it slow,” the words came out breathless and totally unacceptable.
