Tilly

Chapter 4 - Sunshine

We got into the room, not breaking our passionate kiss. He pushed the door closed and went on to push me against the door. The metal handle hit the sides of my hips and I let out a quiet hiss. He pulled away from the kiss, to start to unbutton his black dress shirt, one by one.

I grab his hands and stop him and before I even realise what I am about to do, I say, "No strings attached," he steps back utterly shocked at what I just said.

Dammit, why did I just say that? It feels so weird, god I messed it up.

"What?" he asks after having a moment to grasp the words that just came tumbling out my mouth.

"No strings attached," I repeat, this time more confidently and intentionally than the time before. His expression softens as if he has almost come to term with it. "Okay..." he agrees, reluctantly. Hopefully, this would mean no awkwardness.

Taking the lead this time, I resumed our kiss and stepped away from the door and towards the bed. He tugged off the jacket, revealing my naked body underneath. He dug his hands into my waist as he kissed me more roughly. Moving down onto my neck, leaving hickeys. I tugged at his hair, feeling a smile form on his lips.

Now becoming more dominant, he pushed me onto the bed. He placed his hands ready on his zipper. I could feel my cheeks flushing. Why was I so nervous? It is just Christian after all...

He pulled down his trousers and I felt my eyes trailing down to his ever so slowly tightening boxers. As cliché as possible, he said, "My eyes are up here sweetheart," I was so mortified that he had caught me staring. Oh My God!! How am I ever going to live this down?

He obviously felt this was embarrassing for me, so he climbed onto the bed and on top of me. He pathed wet kisses from my neck, getting closer each time to my breast. I cup his and face and pull it so it's directly facing mine and kiss him. I hands let go of his face and my finger trace down his back to the hem of his waistband.

He pulls away and looks at me, he then asks: "Are you a virgin?" I could see how unsure he was of my answer.

I took a pause and scoff, "No, of course not!" I didn't mean for it to come out conceited but it did. His brows furrow. Wait did he want to be my first time?

I felt a bit intrigued, instead I returned the question.

"No," he said almost firm enough for himself to believe it.

"We don't need to fu-" I started before getting cut off by Christian, "it's okay." I nodded in return and he-

The sun shone brightly through the window and my eyes slowly opened. Only for the realisation to hit me that, everything that had just happened was just a dream!!

I reach into my pocket for my phone, I pull it out and check the time. It's 16:53, we've been driving for nearly 5 hours now. I tap on the driver's seat and pull myself forward.

"How much longer?" I asked

"About 15 minutes, we'll get there at 5," he says keeping focused on driving. I noticed we were off the motorway now. I turned and noticed Amara dead asleep.

"She dozed off a while after you," he says answering the question I hadn't asked. "Don't wake her up, she hasn't slept that peacefully in a while," he reprimands.

"Yes, I know Dad. Chill out," I say in a hushed voice.

~20 minutes later~

"Take these to the East Wing," I said to the butler. It had been a while since I had woken up from my dream, or whatever you would call that. And I figured out that it was just some AU fantasy shit. I was rich, living a good life with no man and we hadn't seen each other since I moved to France 5 years ago.