'Cause Nothing Lasts Forever ✔️

Chapter 36 - Match Day 2

Blaire's POV

"Come on! Now get off. She's my girl," Christian fumed.

"Oh! Christian." 

"How are you brother," the boy said as he got off of me and extended a hand towards me.

"Fine," Christian said, twitching his lips upward.

"By the way, I'm Justin," he said as he extended a hand towards me. I passed a fake accepting smile and got up from the floor muttering a low 'thank you'.

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The morning came knocking on the window. I leapt out of the bed and opened the door to let a surprise greet me.

“Hello, girlfriend." 

There were a spark and a cheerfulness in his voice. He stood there with a bunch of balloons. He knew how to make the day.

“Well, my boyfriend. You aren't yet the world's best boyfriend, " I said, being a little dramatic.

“Oh! I see,” he said stepping in.

“Well, then who is?"  He asked as he pulled me towards him and caged me. I was literally pasted to the wall, his hand slid down my arms to my waist and then slowly tiptoed upwards to my back. The sparks lightened the fire as I shivered. Chills ran up my backbone and current flowed in my veins as ravishingly scrumptious euphoria hit me. His warm breath teased my skin. He pulled me closer so we stood chest to chest, his breath was as fast as mine. His hand slid down to my hips and after a firm squeeze, he picked me up.

Just like that.

My legs automatically wrapped around his waist and he planted slow feathery kisses on my neck to my shoulder. I didn't even realise when we walked us to the bed until my back hit the soft plush mattress. The trail of kisses went down as he opened the first button of my nightsuit. My back arched and stomach sunk every time his lips touched my skin. Soft moans escaped my lips, my eyes were shut but my brain came knocking in.

“Chris, the door,” I reacted to his touch, “fuck, it's open.”

“Fuck,” he muttered and leapt down.

I still laid down as I watched him groan and annoyed. He walked around awkwardly and I continued to laugh as I made up my buttons again.

“What do I do with this?” he said adjusting his pants, “Fuck,” he muttered, and finally slouched on the bed, over me.

I slipped beneath him and ran out of the door. With all the relationships unfolded, Christian was no enemy to my parents. We sat on the breakfast table discussing how our jaguars won the last match against The Meyer's Tigers. Actually Christian was bragging about his charming win to my dad. We finished our breakfast and left. Christian drove me to the shoot destination.

“Sunshine,” he called when I got out of the car.

I turned back while he came and stood in front of me. He took my hands in his and started, “I'll be eager to see the whole auditorium filled with your snaps on the winter ball night, sunshine. Good luck.”

I thought that was all but apparently, it wasn't, he continued, “You can't even imagine what you're to me. You mean the world to me. The one who bounded me to change myself. Into someone worthy, someone better, someone perfect for you. Someone your parents would've chosen for you. And I'll be I promise, sunshine,” he paused and exhaled loudly, “I'll not let our beautiful world fall apart. I'll try my best to keep it all together. The centre will hold, as long as we both are the centre,” he smiled and then let my hands go.