Christian's POV

We saw them off and we turned back towards our room. Kicking the door shut, I leaned onto it as I grabbed Blaire by her waist. I smiled down at her and then grinned evilly while she smiled coyly, licked her bottom lip and fiddled with the buttons of my shirt.

“So eager to take it off already, huh?” I chuckled.

“Shut up,” she smacked my chest playfully.

A warm fuzzy feeling blanketed us as our eyes met. She nibbled on her lower lip while my heart continued to beat under her palm. I felt my tongue involuntarily lick my lips in an attempt to ease the build-up tension. It was different. It was Blaire whom I have already kissed a hundred times but yet it felt different. I held her wrapped in an arm while I brought the other hand to her face. Tucking a strand of hair, I rested my palm on her cheek. Gently, I brushed my thumb on her ivory skin. I felt a small upward tug on my lips as I saw her closing her eyes and inhale a sharp intake of breath.

I leaned in and pulled our bodies closer. Our bodies pressed together and breaths clashed with each other. My hand moved from her cheek to the back of her neck. I was about to crash my lips on hers when she said, “Stop.”

I groaned loudly and she chuckled.

“What?” I whined.

“I have something for you,” her eyes glistened mysteriously.

She wriggled herself out of my grip and wrapped her fingers around my wrist. Dragging me towards the beds, she gestured me to sit. I sat on her bed and watched her as she pulled out a key and opened the drawer. She pulled out a silver coloured box filled with God knows what and then closed it again and kept it as it was. She came to sit beside me and opened her palm to reveal a small velvet box.

I raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “Proposing me already?”

She gave me an amused look and rolled her eyes, “In your dreams, woody.”

“Come on, open it.”

I took the small box from her and opened it to find a pair of beautiful cufflinks. It was beautiful. A pair of ruby cufflinks studded in gold stared back at me. I looked up at her again and she was smiling.

“But...,” I started.

“Happy birthday, once again,” she cut me off.

“But these are original rubies,” I protested.

“So what?” she shrugged.

“This is original platinum too,” she pointed at her promise ring.

“You don't understand. It's not like that...,”

“Shhh! Christian. Calm down.”

“How and when did you buy this? It's costly as fuck,” I exclaimed.

She chuckled, “I didn't buy it. I don't have that kind of money,” she rolled her eyes.

“These belonged to my grandfather maybe and I was kinda obsessed with them. My Grandma gave these to me on my fifteenth birthday. I remember wearing it once and Jesus, I was so giddy. When she gave me these, she said that we should part with our most precious things only when we find someone worthy to keep it as safe and protected as we would. She said that she found me worthy enough and I'm saying that I find you worthy enough, Christian,” she gave a slight nod looking into my eyes.

“I am giving You and I a second chance, unsure of whether or not it will work. If God forbids and we drift apart, if I couldn't give you a forever, just know that you're worthy enough to have the most precious thing in my possession. Just know that you're worth it, it was me who didn't deserve you. Remember me and the fact that you never gave up on me.”

We sighed, at the same time. I closed the box and kept it on the nightstand. “Listen, you deserve better okay? It's always me who wasn't worth enough and I can't even forget you even if I lose my whole memory. I'll identify you in a heartbeat. You're my sunshine.”

“Thank you for making me feel better about myself,” I whispered as I cupped her cheeks.

Before she could understand anything, I crashed my lips on hers. For a second, she was dumbstruck but then she kissed me back. Those same old lips, same old feelings and the same sync. My hand moved to the back of her neck while the other wrapped around her waist. I pulled her onto my lap and heard a yelp escape her lips as a surprise. Her lips moulded perfectly against mine as the kiss deepened. It wasn't a hungry, desperate kiss. It was slow to sensational to passionate. Her fingers combed their way through my hairs just like old times as I nibbled on her lower lip. My hand slipped under her shirt and rested on her warm skin, drawing random patterns. A soft moan escaped her lips followed by a grunt from mine. My thumb traced the line of her underwear as I continued teasing her.

I tugged my finger in the lacy elastic band and gently released it to beat against her skin, earning a gasp from her. I used the very moment to gently bite on her lower lips, smiling against it. It was just a fraction of moment as her back hit the bed, with me hovering over her. I wrapped my fingers around her throat and used the thumb to tilt her chin up. My lips latched itself to her very fine jaw and trailed kisses right up to her ear. I teased her with my warm breath before gently biting her earlobe. I could feel a silent gasp slip from her lips and her fingers clutching my shirt. I trailed my lips down her neck to the very known sweet spot and brushed against her skin. I pressed my lips to her warm sensitive skin and sucked it gently until I heard a soft moan escape her lips.

“Christian,” she whined, moaning a little louder.

I chuckled and met her eyes. There was something unspoken between us. I leaned in, close to her ear and whispered, “Just wanted to hear that.”

I earned a snack immediately at the back of my head and groaned. Smiling, I stood up.

“Where the hell do you think you're going, Mr Woods?” I heard her say as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

I stumbled and fell on my back. She got up and adjusted herself to sit over me in a position of straddling me.

Trust me, it wasn't helping but Blaire was off-limits.

“You didn't think you can do things to me and get away with it. Did you now?” she arched an eyebrow as she hovered over me. She knew what she was up to. She knew what she was fucking doing.

I felt a fingernail trace my jawline and slid down my neck. She drew patterns on my neck, making her way to the second button of my shirt and smirked at me.

“I'm all yours, baby doll,” I winked at her.

“Are you now?” she whispered against my ears.

I could feel her lips trail downwards as her breathe teased my skin but not a single brush of her lips. I automatically arched my neck allowing her more space. I forgot this girl had her way through me. I wasn't the one to be dominated but yet there I was being eyed and teased as if the latest prey of a tigress.

I took a sharp intake of breathe as I felt her warm lips on my skin. She latched her lips to the very end of my neck and the beginning of my collar bone and gently worked her lips on my skin.

Her signature spot.

I don't know how she did it or whether she just remembered it or something but it just ate the life out of me.

“Sunshine,” I moaned and felt her smirk against my skin.

As soon as she removed her lips and looked into my eyes, my fingers wrapped around the nape of her neck and I crashed my lips on hers. This time, it was like a burning fire.

Rough. Desperate. Passing burning inside.