Amelia Evans moves to California with her dad to start a new life after the sudden death of her mother. They needed a change of scenery and distractions, California was the perfect pick. She must now navigate through her new life all while uncoverin...
"Lets hurry, the glue is starting to dry" Christian says as he itches his head, flakes of glue falling off. I managed to wrap myself in a robe and take off my drenched clothes. He guides down the hall and into another room in the apartment. As soon as he opens it, I quickly register, this is his room. Its very masculine, with black walls and a black bed frame. Theres huge windows overlooking the woods, a small couch area and a fireplace!
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"I'll give you a more official tour of the floor, but for now. Here's my room." He says nervously.
"Its beautiful, I love the windows!" I reply. He sends me a grin.
"C'mon, you did this mess, now you're helping me" He says as he pulls me into the bathroom. His bathroom is just as extravagant as his bedroom, white and black marble walls, a double sink, huge bath tub and a big glass shower. As I'm admiring the bathroom, I see Christian taking off his clothes.
"Woah don't strip" I say, covering my eyes and blushing cheeks.
"I'll stay in my boxers don't worry" He says. I take my hands off my eyes and find myself admiring Christians physique. He has crazy back muscles, which compliment his tan skin perfectly. He turns around and I count 6- no 8 pack of abs. My eyes move higher to his bulging biceps, I can't seem to keep my eyes off my greek god of a man.
"Like what you see angel" He says smirking. He look up to see his face, amusement clear in his eyes.
"Yeah yeah get in the shower wolfy" I say attempting to cover up my blushing cheeks. Damn I got caught. He gets in the shower and I follow him, standing just outside the door. He hands me the shampoo and conditioner and I have a go at trying to get all the glue out of it. Maybe glue wasn't the best idea... I have to grab a stool to stand on, just to reach his head. After 3 shampoo applications, and two conditioner applications, has hair was back at its silky state.
"Remind me not to use glue again" I say chuckling. He gives me a small glare.
"There will be no more pranks again" He corrects me. I roll my eyes and make my way out of the bathroom to let him finish in the shower. I go over to my bag and change into my pjs while Christian is still in the shower. I brought a burgundy silk camisole, and matching shorts. After changing, I sit on the sofa overlooking the forest, and wait for Christian to be finished in the shower.
"I still feel sticky" he says as he walks out of the bathroom. I've never seen Christian in such relaxed attire, he's wearing grey jogging pants and a regular black t-shirt.
"C'mon let's go eat dinner" I say springing up from the couch. My stomach has been growling these past five minutes! As soon as I get up, I notice Christian eyeing me.
"What's wrong?" I say, looking to see if there's something on my shirt. I feel a cool breeze come from the open window, I can't help but let out a small shiver.
"You're always wearing that when you come here" He says, still eyeing me. "Did you want a sweater?" he asks when he seems me shiver.
"If you don't mind" I reply. he nods and heads into his closet, coming back with a large black hoodie. He hands it over to me and I put it on, the sweatshirt is so big I can't even see my pyjama bottoms.
