You Belong With Me

Chapter 29 - The Gala Time

Christian's POV

I stepped out of the shower as she slipped underneath me and caught her from behind. My hands wrapped itself around her waist and pushed her to the nearest wall. Our wet bodies pressed together as I inched towards her. I used my free hand to pin her hands over her head and my other hand rested on her cheek. Her gaze was into mine, the intense look tore my soul and steam formed around us.

“Sunshine, I'm going to kiss you,” I whispered leaning in.

“Do you understand? I'm going to kiss you...,” I whispered again, this time against her lips.

“May I?”

I gulped down as I watched her do the same. I was going to smash my lips on hers and uncage my longingness when music blasted in the air and she tore her gaze.

“Damn,” I muttered as I rushed into the room to pick the call.

It was my dad.

“Yeah?” I asked picking up the call.

“Can you look after something? I didn't want to bother you but as you're in New York --,”

“Dad, just say it, it's my responsibility,” I groaned cutting him off.

“There's something wrong in production and some people are coming over to meet. I am mailing you everything shortly,” he replied.

“Alright,” I said as I hung up.

I started putting on a shirt when I saw Blaire leaning against the bookshelf.

“I have to go. Shall be back by morning,” I said brushing my thumb against her cheek.

It's like a comfortable and usual gesture back then.

“Thank goodness. I was a step away from losing a point,” she breathed out in relaxation and I chuckled.

I grabbed the gun from the drawer and tucked it on my waist. Grabbing a file, I left the room. But things didn't work out as planned. The meetings went long and the suppliers and creditors not being cooperative enough was a pain in the ass. I walked out of the cabin and onto the balcony. It was already Saturday evening and I was literally sulking. I loosened the tie and opened the collar button, greeting the musky air of New York City.

Absent-mindedly, I scrolled through Instagram when I stumbled upon Blaire's story. Her cheeks seemed red and her eyes were tired, with a caption of #feverish. I sighed and a train of worries crawled up my skin.

When did she catch a cold?

And how?

Was it because...

I left my thoughts and in a moment was out of the office. It was barely a drive of half an hour before I reached the residence hall. I rushed to the room and slammed the door.

“Are you alright?” I rushed to her side.

Her eyes were confused and a puzzled look settled on. Her eyes focused on my face. I pressed my hand on her forehead and the temperature was normal.

“Do you have a cold? Fever?”

“Huh?” she asked.

I opened the IG story and showed it to her with a scowl etched on my face. She chuckled as she saw it and looked at me again.

“Check the time,” she said.

“It's 23 hours ago,” she laughed out.

I felt a little stupid but I was happy to be back home. I sat beside her bed and asked, “Are you alright now?”

“Was it because of that shower last night? Was it my fault?” I asked with a concern laced tone.

“It's none of your faults. It's just the monthly subscription of that thing every girl gets for free,” she said with fake enthusiasm and laughed out, “I get feverish sometimes.”

It made sense and I chuckled.

“So how about we cuddle and relax and I make it up to you for not being here?” I whispered, leaning in.

“Christian...,” she drawled out, “You don't have to --,”

“What if I want to?”

“Sounds like a plan but what if I don't want to?” she asked, wiggling eyebrows.

“Ouch! That just broke my heart,” I placed a hand over my chest, dramatically.

“Stop being such a drama queen,” she smacked my arm.

I stood up and ran outside again. I returned in minutes but she wasn't in the room then. I changed and wore sweatpants, leaving my bare torso on a show and climbed onto her bed. I placed the laptop and searched for a perfect film when she came in from the washroom.

“Come on in,” I said.

“Don't you think it's getting a bit cold to be shirtless?” she asked, narrowing eyes.

“Nah.”

My back was leaning against the wall which was behind the head of her bed. She climbed in and sat between my legs as I spread it apart. Slowly, she relaxed and leaned back on my chest. My arms went around her waist and rested on her bare thighs as I handed her a tub of ice cream. She squealed in joy and went searching for a movie. She played some kind of Disney shit and leaned back again. I rested my chin on her head, eyes strained on the movie playing in front.

I traced imaginary circles on her thighs and inhaled her scent.

“Chris...,” she drawled out in a warning tone.

“Yes?” I drawled out mimicking her tone.

“What are you trying to do?”

“Nothing,” I shrugged as I slipped my hand under her shirt. Slowly I traced lined on her flattened belly. I couldn't hold the urge to kiss her right there.

“You want some?” she asked turning her head slightly.

“Nah!” I said as I continued teasing her.

“Christian,” her voice, annoyed.

“Hmm, sunshine?” I hummed placing a kiss on her head.

“How about we start from where we left off last day?” I whispered in a flirty voice.

“How about a big no?” she asked back turning her head towards mine.

“How about a huge yes?” I whispered, leaning in and surprisingly she didn't move. She kinda held her breath and stood still in her position, apparently expecting my lips on hers.

I leaned in and placed a kiss on her nose.

She realised and turned back to the screen, muttering, “Asshole,” under her breath.

I laughed and wrapped my arms tightly around her belly. Her warm skin felt heavenly undermine.