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I looked to whom my brothers supposed writing partner was for the theater in absolute awe, shocked by how good looking the man truly is. I wasn't expecting that what so ever from the description I had been given about him. I knew to be careful. But I'd soon find that to be a very daunting task. Challenge even.
"So you must be the little sister dear William keeps going on about." Christopher's eyes traveled the length of my body twice, assessing me until he felt the need to pull his eyes to my face.
"And you must be the play-write I've heard endless stories of. ''Twas surprised when I did of course learn how.... different you looked from your most famous assessment." He seemed rather humored by my wording, circling me as if he was hunting his prey. I merely stood my ground, never once showing fear. He liked that.
"You're rather beautiful for being his sister. Aren't you?" I couldn't hide my smile from his words, eyeing him truly for the first time since we stumbled upon one another. Long, blonde hair that suited him beautifully. Tattoos exposed from his open shirt, and blue eyes that screamed beauty themselves. He was honestly gorgeous.
"Are you sweet talking me? Because it's working Christopher Marlowe." He inched ever so close to me in that moment, our bodies rather close, our lips mere inches apart.
"Working enough to have you in my bed?" My heart started to race from his boldness, afraid to admit I hadn't been with a man before.
"Possibly. If you find yourself lucky enough." He didn't move an inch from me, his right hand coming to rest on my waist while his left tangled around my neck and slightly in my hair. Our breath did a lustful dance in the middle.
"Oh I will. I can tell." I nearly came undone from his touch, our lips colliding in the middle whilst we found ourselves alone backstage, waiting for Will to get done showing his newly written play for approval.
"(Y/N)!" I nearly jumped from Will's sudden yell from upstairs, knowing he didn't see us. But still fearful of being caught with Christopher. I never act like this. But since laying eyes on him mere moments earlier, I felt something. Even if it was mere lust.
"That's my cue. I'll be seeing you tonight beautiful." Then he was gone, leaving me a speechless mess. I watched him walk away as I barley registered Will talking to me. All I could think of, was Christopher.
