𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

CHAPTER 42

Samuel looking intimidatingly suave above.

fanaa

(n.) destruction of self for love

Unbeknownst to Samuel, the 'separate bedrooms' rule had been broken almost every night for the past week as Chris snuck into Kiara's room fully intending to leave before dawn. Clearly he hadn't managed to achieve said goal today, stirring awake at the sounds of feet shuffling around the room as she stuffed various items into her suitcase. He peeled open one eye sleepily to find her sat on the edge of the bed slumped in defeat, somehow managing to pull of the lazy aesthetic. Drowning in one of his oversized Patriots sweaters, she tucked the front into a pair of matching navy sweatpants with her hair effortlessly styled in a fashionable messy ponytail.

A frown marred her features, immediately smoothing out when she noticed he was awake, "Morning, sleeping beauty."

Groggily rubbing his eyes, he chuckled, "You dress up for me, trouble?"

"Dickwad, say what?"

"What?"

"Exactly."

Almost instinctually, Chris reached out and pulled Kiara down onto him as she flailed helplessly against the force of gravity. He jabbed his fingers into her ribs, tickling her as she squirmed around in tears of laughter and flipped their bodies so she was lying under him.

Scanning her outfit, he smirked, "Is that my shirt?"

Awkwardly rubbing her nose, she mumbled, "Yeah..."

"Not that I'm complaining, but any reason why?"

Shyly tucking loose strands of her hair behind her ear, she hid her face, "I won't see you for a few months so I wanted something that still smelt like you."

There was a beat of silence as Chris really let the gravity of that statement settle. Having been working in two different countries on their new movie projects, they had already been spending a few months away but separating from Kiara after a milestone like meeting her family felt wrong.

Pecking her nose lovingly, he tried to smother his laugh, "That's adorable."

She pouted in frustration, "You're not allowed to mock me when you go around wearing my hair tie on your wrist."

"Okay, grumpy, what's the matter?"

"I can't shut my suitcase," an idea suddenly formed in her mind as she smiled softly and ran her finger along his forearm, lowering her voice to a sultry purr; "What do you say we put these strong arms to use?"

He threw his head back and laughed, easing off her as they moved to sit up, "I see your tactics and I yield. My willpower doesn't stand a chance against you."

Pressing his lips to hers, Chris gave in to the allure as he gently cupped Kiara's cheek. He stroked a heated trail up her thigh, stopping to rest at her hip as he rubbed small circles on the exposed skin. She found herself swept up in the passion as she tugged his collar to bring him closer, deepening the kiss.

They paused to breathe for a second and she scrambled to stand before getting too carried away, pulling him up with her before pointing to her suitcase, "Service, please."