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Chapter 4:
Ana POV:
We were sitting in this empty restaurant, alone, nobody but our waiter. The room was beautiful and so was the table. White tablecloths, roses, he's gone all out. As I sit there, I just have to look at him. He is really hot. I just have to think it. Those eyes. It's like he sees straight into my soul. He shows so much emotions over his eyes. His eyes are the window into his soul, I can see it. The way he looks at me, like is is going to eat me or do much better things. God, I have to stop this. "What?" Christian asks as he sees me blush. "Oh, nothing I just thought about something. The room looks lovely, don't you think?" I try to not answer. "It does look lovely, not as lovely as you though"...ok I am going to blush all night long if he keeps this up. "So tell me everything about you Ana"...
Christian and I talk for hours and hours about everything...from where he is from and what he does to what he likes for lunch and all that stuff. He on the other hand wants to know what scar I have on my throat. "It's just a little part of my history"..that's all I told him. "I'll tell you one day but it's not a part of my life I like to revisit"...For now, he is satisfied with that answer. It was 3 am, the waiter had left like an hour ago, it was just us two. Suddenly he pulls out his phone and turn on Whitney Houston "I have nothing". "Would you like to dance Ana?", he asks. "I would love to". He gives me his hand and pulls me up, right to his body, so I am flush against him. We drank so much wine, I am almost a bit tipsy. "I am not a good dancer Christian", I tell him honestly. "Doesn't matter, I am a good dancer", he smiles down at me. So I lean my head on his chest and just enjoy it. He dances so good. We are swaying and moving with the song. The music ends and Christian is trying to get me back to my seat. As I am tipsy I am clumsy as well. So my red wine is landing on Christian white dress shirt. It all goes so fast and I am shocked. I look at Christian's face he looks kind of pissed but then he looks in my face. I am trying not to laugh but I can't help it anymore. I burst into a full laughter. After a minute or two he can't keep his straight face. He starts to laugh too. "Ok, thank you very much Ana", he says with a smirk on his face. "I am sorry Christian, let me try to wash it out ok?" I ask him. I have absolutely no clue how to get red wine out of white dress shirt, but hey, I can try. "Where exactly do you want to try and wash it out? Here in the restaurant?", he asks smiling. "No, I have a room in this hotel and we're gonna try to wash it out in my bathroom" "Really? I get to be in your hotel room? On the first date? That's not what I thought of you", he is laughing at me. I look at him stunned for even thinking something like this. I mean I told him in the car that I am not that kind of girl. I'll just ignore it. "So lets go, shall we?", I stand up. He takes my hand and I have this weird feeling in my tummy. After a couple of minutes of walking, talking and laughing we are finally at my room door. I open my door and step into the room. Christian hesitates, but I tug at his hand and he is right in the middle of my room. "Take your shirt of". "Excuse me?" I start to laugh. "Take it of so I can try to get the red wine out of it. Clean up your mind Mr. Grey". I give him a wink. He looks sort of mortified but eventually he takes his shirt off. Boy, he works out. I can see all the tones abs. To be honest, I want to lick his abs, right here right now. But I restrain myself, I can't simply do it. He gives his shirt to me and I walk into the bathroom. Weirdly, he follows me. So am in my bathroom, slightly tipsy with a shirtless amazing hot guy, trying to get the red wine out of his shirt. I try it for a couple of minutes, but it only seems to get worse. Now I am the one who is mortified. I look up at him and he starts laughing. Bastard. "What?" I ask him. "You look cute how you try to clean my shirt. But I think you killed it, really. It gotten worse" He tries not to laugh and fails miserably. I look at him and I can't keep a straight face. I start laughing too. I am sitting in a Vera Wang dress in my hotel room on the bathroom floor and can't stop laughing. We laugh so hard, Christians joins me on the floor. Our heads are just a few inches apart. I feel him looking at me. As I look up at him, he stares into my eyes. Everything goes into slow motion. His head is going towards mine, just before he is touching me, I close my eyes and wait. Then his lips are on mine. Slowly but then more forcefully. A shy simple kiss turns into some hot make out session. My hands are in his hair and his hands are circling me. I have to stop it. "Christian stop" I say as I try to breath. He stops, looks at me and says:"Ok, sorry..oh..."..."Don't be sorry. It just is to fast. Why don't we get up and I don't know. Talk. That's good, we don't know each other yet." I smile at him and he looks convinced. So he stands up and pulls me to my feet. "I'll change into something more comfy if that's ok with you." "All right, I'll see you in a few". I change into my PJ's and go out of the room. He is lying on my bed. He got rid of his shoes and socks, so he's just in his pants, that's all. He looks so yummy. I crawl onto my bed. He turns and smiles. "You look beautiful, even without makeup. Your even more beautiful without it". I smile at him."Ok, where were we before you got me tipsy?" I ask him...
We talk for an hour or so, then I don't know a thing. I think I feel asleep and so did Christian. As I wake up in the morning he is lying next to me. We're spooning, his hands are around me. I feel good. I feel safe.
I feel him waking up behind me. I turn around. He looks so adorable. "Did I fall asleep? I am so sorry." "It's ok. Don't worry. I have to get up, I don't know what's planed for today" I tell him. He stretches, looks at me and says:"Can we spend the day together? I can show you around New York. Do all that fun stuff. You can introduce me to your folks at breakfast. I am starving". I smile at him. "Why not? I bet my folks are kind of glad they don't have to spend the day with me. But first we need to get out of bed. And I am the first to shower" I laugh at him as I jump out of bed and run towards the bathroom.
