CHAPTER 3
It took a while for Christopher and Sam, the driver to get everything inside the vehicle. I could bring the stuff down to them (thank god I didn't wear heels) but I wasn't strong enough to actually load them inside the massive boot area. So I just stood there looking pretty. Literally. Once it was done though and Christopher and I were practically by us in the car. Darkened windows so no one could see in and a dark bullet proof screen between the driver and us as well. I leaned over and lay my head down on Christopher's lap.
"Why would you think such a horrible thing? Christopher" I said taking a big breath "I've loved you since middle school and even more in high school. I didn't cry at all when they told me about how my brain was transplanted. Not until they said I couldn't see you ever again. They had to finish the meeting the next day because I was a blithering mess. I-I need you to complete me and I don't like being this whole girly who always needs her boyfriend but, I need you like I need air. The thought of losing you, well, I couldn't live if you weren't right beside me" I said. I didn't rush it. This was the truth. How much he meant to me. If it was any other boy I wouldn't want to scare him off but this was Christopher. My Christopher and I wouldn't let him go. Ever. Because I loved him with my whole heart. Christopher kept his eyes closed this whole time. When we arrived back at the loft and the stuff was being unpacked by Sam who assured us he would get sent up as soon as he finished, Christopher and I headed into the loft. This was Christopher's first real time. The other time it had been transformed so much that I hardly knew what it was. Christopher looked all around him then beamed at me. It seemed that after the limo and outside his apartment he was feeling better. Brighter. And I loved this him so much. I made us both tea and Christopher carried his stuff in from the elevator where it was handed to him. He looked at me expectantly.
"Um, where does this go?" he asked hesitating.
"Down the corridor to the one that has E painted on it." I called after his retreating figure. "Just leave them there"
He came back slightly blushing. I frowned. Then I remembered how I had hurriedly changed this morning, pulling off the bra I had accidentally fallen asleep on and putting on a better one. I had kind of gone from work to the dinner to bed so it was a bright red lingerie type one. Embarrassing as I had had to root around my draw of underwear to find the black one I was wearing now. So I had tipped the draw onto my bed and there were work ones and push up ones and sports bras. My eyes widened. Christopher had just seen that. I gasped.
"Omg! No! I can't believe I forgot!"
"I'm so sorry Em!" Christopher pleaded with me. He had left his stuff just inside the door very quickly. I felt very pale so I reached over and got a drink of water. One for me one for Christopher. I walked dizzily to the couch with him just behind me and slowly sank down onto the familiar seats that swallowed us up. I handed him his glass and we both took gulps of water.
"Wow" I said shortly, looking straight ahead. Then I reached over and grabbed the Tombraider game and turned on the TV plasma especially made to fit onto the wall. I handed Christopher a controller and I took the other.