Chapter 31 - The art of being together

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Blaire's POV

"Dad," I muttered as I got out of the car.

"Princess, are you still out?"

"Yeah. Just..um...uh..out with friends," I said.

"Or maybe a friend," dad eyed Christian who was still in the car.

"Good eve, sir," he greeted hoping out.

"Hello, young man. I'm sure you're doing great,"

"Yeah. Sure,"

"Uh...dad we were just heading home," I interrupted.

"Okay, then you kids go on. I'll be there in ten," he got in and his engine roared to life.

"Young man, why don't you join us for Thanksgiving?" dad asked as he drove past us.

"Mr Willy is a good man," Chris tried to bring up the conversation.

"He seems to like me," he added.

"Really? 'cause I don't really like you," I smacked him hard on his arm and got out of the car as I reached home.

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"Umm-hmm, don't move," Christian mumbled against my skin and I shivered. His face dove deeper into the crook of my neck and it was all tingles.

"Good morning," I murmured in my sleepy voice and snuggled closer to him.

For a second it was heaven but in a second, I was wide awake when the realisation hit me. I sat up on the bed.

"Get up, Chris. Why are you still here?"

"There's no school today, sunshine," he whispered.

"It's 9. Dad would knock anytime soon," and maybe he was just waiting for me to spell it out 'cause there's a knock at the door.

"Chris, get up," I pushed him hard.

"Oh! Holy shit," he sat upon the bed.

In a hurry, he unravelled the blankets and grabbed his shirt. "Yes dad," I answered the door as he wore his shirt. For a second, my heart jumped out of its place but he's gone.

"Good morning," I greeted, combing my fingers through my hair.

"Yes, good morning and I'm leaving for office, princess. Breakfast is ready, have it. That's it, I guess. Take care of the house and yourself."

"Yeah. Cool. Sure." I hugged him as he left.

Once again I was back in my room, sitting on my bed legs-crossed with my best friend called laziness.

"So your dad's left?"

"Woah! What are you -? I mean -- I thought you were gone," I stared with amusement at Christian.

“I was literally hanging down there from the balcony and how can I leave so early baby?"

"Oh! Please."

"What please?" His voice sounded with devilment.

He jumped on the bed and grabbed my waist pulling me closer and eventually on his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his strong arms wrapped itself around me forming a strong hug. My breath beat against his neck and I continued teasing him slowly moving upwards along the edge of his jawline. My lips almost touched his skin, his neck tilted back but in no time, he gripped my neck and we were just inches apart from entwining our lips.

His lips came closer and mine parted slightly but he diverted and dug his head in the crook of my neck. My fingers travelled through his hairs as he teased me with his lips playfully. Tracing my collarbone and then making it all the way up to my ears.

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