Christmas Like No Other [Editing]

Chapter 7

Recap

"I don't have a clue what you're doing to me. I can't help myself when I'm around you! I tried to refrain from making a move, but I may just give in. I hope that you won't kick me out after this!" "Wha-" And then I feel his lips on mine.

Eliza's pov.

When I feel his lips on mine, I swear I've never felt anything like it. I have had my fair share of relationships but never have I felt sparks. Slowly, I feel myself responding and moving my lips along with his. Pulling him closer, I lock my arms around his neck while he wraps his arms around my waist. After biting my lips, he pulls away, leaving us both breathless. "We should head to bed. We'll definitely have an early morning." Nodding his head, he bids me goodnight and heads to the guest room. Getting into my room and closing the door, I lean against it.

Oh, my God? Did that really happen?! It feels like a dream. You know, the one you don't want to wake up from. It felt like I belonged in his arms. Like the world around had stopped, and it was only the two of us. But what will happen tomorrow? Will he still be warm with me, or will he go back to his old self? This is literally giving me a headache. I even forgot to ask if he wanted some clothes. I would ask him, but I'm afraid of what will happen next. I don't want to start anything with him until we both certain about what we feel about each other. There's so much to lose for a week-long fling. Getting under the covers, I try getting some sleep, but my mind is working overtime. It keeps replaying everything that has happened. I'm afraid I won't be able to get any sleep.

Waking up in the morning, I check my phone as I do every morning. Why did I wake up at half-past six in the morning? I feel so tired yet, I can't go back to sleep. Only me, seriously! Since I'm up, I might as well start with breakfast. Maybe it's better. He's most probably asleep, so the chances of me running into him are slim. Changing into jeans and a white t-shirt, I leave the room, closing the door slowly and heading to the kitchen. Seeing him standing there in yesterday's attire, with a cup of coffee in his hand, is something I didn't imagine to happen. Somehow, it was pleasant. It made me fantasize about how it would be if we were a family. "I helped myself to coffee. I hope you don't mind it." Shaking my head, I make my way to the fridge to see what I can make for breakfast. "Would you like anything specific for breakfast? Anything you're allergic to?" "Don't worry. I don't have any allergies, and I'm not a picky eater either. Anything you make will be fine. Do you want help?" Nodding my head, I point to the cupboard with the frying pan. "In that cupboard, there is a frying pan. I'm going to make the mixture for the pancakes. You can cook them while I squeeze some fresh juice for the kids." He nods and takes out the frying pan. Setting it on the counter and waits for me to make the mixture.

While making the mixture, I feel arms around and small kisses being place on my neck. "I don't think we should be doing that. Christian might see us." He continues placing his kisses. "So what? It doesn't look like I'm kissing you. It looks like I'm only hugging you from behind." "We can't confuse them. We can't make them think that we're together when we're not. Especially now that you have adopted them, it will make them think that we will be family when we both know that's not the case. Let's get through these few days, and then you can go back to dating models." Unwrapping his arms, he steps back. "Why do you judge when you don't even know me? Who told you that I'm playing with you and I don't want to be a family with you?! Did you ever hear me say that? Because frankly, I don't remember ever saying that! If you don't feel anything for me, then say it now. Don't make me the bad guy!"

Feeling shocked by all things he said, I can't even think of anything to say. Thankfully, I hear a commotion coming from upstairs preventing me from saying anything else."You can start frying them. I'll go get them ready." I whisper and make my way upstairs. "Good morning! Did you sleep well?" They both nod, still rubbing their eyes. "Let's get you ready. You a yummy breakfast waiting for you downstairs!" Once they're ready, I take them to the kitchen and place them on the high chairs that I set yesterday, before Alexius came. "Good morning, kids!" Alexius says from the stove without even glancing at me. I guess he's mad. I took my time observing him. The way his shirt clung to his muscles and his dress pants sits on his lower body stirs something in me.

Setting the table, we all start our breakfast, with both of us taking turns feeding the kids. Both of us didn't really talk much. The kids did most of the talking, with both of us responding only when spoken to. "Do you want help clearing the table?" I shake my head. "Watch cartoons until I'm done, and then we'll go." He nods and lifts them both in his arms. The way he lifted them both at the same time was really sexy. I've become like a horny teenager. Maybe even worse! Putting on our shoes, jackets, and scarves, we leave the house. "We should take my car." "But you don't have car seats. And this is not a car for toddlers and babies."

Opening the behind door, I see two car seats seat up. "I wouldn't offer it if I didn't have it well equipped. Give me some credit!" Am I putting him down? Why is he cold and aggressive towards me? I was indeed bold, but I'm afraid that once the week is done and Christmas is here, he will forget me. Maybe he is showing attraction to me because he needs my help. I know that I have trust issues, and that's something that money and fame brought to me. "I'm sorry," I say, and we start buckling the kids up and then getting into the car ourselves. His treatment really hurts my feeling. I know he's right because I don't appreciate people portraying me as a snob rich girl. But my stupid pride is getting in my way. If I asked Oph for advice, she would slap some sense into me and tell to woman up and admit my feelings. Between the two of us, she's the exact opposite. She's more bold and sociable than me. She's not afraid to approach a guy and make the first step. But for me, on the other hand, I'm more reserved, and it's not easy for me to say what I feel and think. I think us being complete opposites, we do balance each other really well.

"Where to?" Snapping out of my thoughts, I turn towards him. "I'm sorry, what?" "I asked where to go?" I guess I got lost in my thoughts again. He must have been asking me for quite some time since we're still here, and the kids have started whining. "To the Christmas festival," I say and turn my head to the front. While he's driving, I follow my instinct and grab his free hand and intertwine it with mine. Oph should be really proud of me. I have never taken any initiatives ever.

"If you don't want us to be nothing more than acquaintances, then stop keep leading me on!" He whispers, loud enough for me to hear, and pulls his hand away from mine and onto the steering wheel.

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Hey guys! Chapter seven is up! I hope you like it, please vote and comment. Also, if you find any mistakes, please do tell me. These past few days have been filled with university classes, so I didn't really get to read them as carefully as I would have liked. I promise to check them as soon as I can. I hope you'll have a nice week and that you're staying safe. I'll see you again tomorrow with another update. Until then, good night!