Chapter 3

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The whole cast was amazing and we had so much fun.

I had been a huge fan of the show since the beginning and I couldn't believe that I was here, drinking shots with the actors.

Plus, I was sitting next to my favorite actor.
And he just got hotter and hotter, with each shot I drowned. God, his lips just looked so kissable and his deep green eyes, looked right through me.

My heart almost skipped a beat, every time he looked at me and gave me his warm smile.

My sight was blurry as everyone decided to head home.

"Let's split a cab." Chris suggested, leading me through the crowd.

We said goodbye to the others before they scattered around the city, staying at different hotels.

"Do you have kids and a boyfriend?" Chris asked during our drive in the cab.

"No boyfriend or kids." I sighed, before I looked over at him.

Before I knew it, Chris's lips were on mine in a deep, soft kiss, sending fireworks through my body.

At first I was a bit shocked, but his soft lips quickly convinced me and I  gave in and kissed him back.

My mind screamed at me. I didn't know him and he was married, but his lips just felt so amazing against mine.

The hand he kept a hold of my neck with, slowly traveled down to my bum, to pull me closer to him. I gasped from the touch and he quickly used the opportunity and ran his tongue along my lower lip, asking for entrance.

He pulled away for a moment, only to tell the driver that there was only one stop, before he crashed his lips onto mine again.

I woke up from the early morning sun shining on my face.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. This wasn't my hotel room.

Suddenly the memories of what happened last night washed over me.
I carefully shifted in the bed, making sure to cover my whole body with the sheets.

My eyes fell on Chris sleeping peacefully next to me.

"No, no, no. What the hell did I do?" I cursed under my breath as I snuck out of bed and started to get dressed, trying not to wake up Chris.

I managed to sneak out of his hotel room. I sighed loudly in relief as I hit the streets.

What was I thinking? What was HE thinking?


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