Hey lovelies, Sorry I haven't wrote a chapter in a while but i'm back!(:

Also I hope you guys like me stories cause I have another in mind!

SO heres the next chapter of 'escaping with the summer'

CHRISTIAN's POV

Christian couldn't help the shit-eating grin that was plastered on his face. It had been a while since he had truly held a grin or smile that wasn't a disguise or a cover up to hide what he really felt. The smell of sweet lavender surrounded him; he then realized that sweet smell was now his favorite scent. Maybe because it belong to Anastasia. The memories of last night invaded him. After her dinner was covering the flower bush she collapse in his arms. Carrying her wasn't the bad part nor was it to hide her from her mom or mine. It was letting her go. Yet what made him smile was she didn't want to go either.


Christian couldn't help but look at her in awe. She was truly the most beautiful creature he had ever had the pleasure to look upon. She was deadly still in his arms; the only thing that kept him from freaking out was her regular breathing and the sighs that would fall from her cherry color lips.

He was half way down the beach when he heard the booming voice that had to belong to Elliot. He just prayed Elliot wouldn't jump to conclusion or make this situation even more worse.

"Yo Bro…Whoa dude what happen?" Elliot looked from Ana to Christian with the look of pure confusion on his face, but then broke out into one of his signature smirks."Tired her out Chaney?" Christian only kept walking and biting his cheek to stop from throwing profanities Elliot's way but, knowing Elliot it wouldn't end this easy.

"Elliot can you just fuck off, I'm really not in the fucking mood to hear any of the shit that will probably come from your mouth. All I want is to Get Ana home, She wouldn't be this drunk if you wouldn't flirt and help been the one shoving her bottles all damn night" Christian hissed. He didn't mean to snap at Elliot, He was just worry about Ana.

"Christian… Did you even think about the reason why she wanted to get drunk?" But the look on Christian's face answered it for him. "Maybe if you were the one flirting with her and not being a little fucker maybe she wouldn't be passed out drunk but actually be having the time of her life dancing and laughing with you… But you're so damn distance with everyone around you when you actually find someone that worth your fucking time you don't even know how to get close so you push her away!"

Christian couldn't form any words from his cluttered mind. In all his years being Elliot's brother, He actually brought Christian to shame with stating the truth. Then from all the things running through his head he actually was able to form a sentence

"I…I'm only trying to protect her." Christian's looked at Ana as she leaned closer into his touch. Now noticing she was very close to a place he was terrified of anyone touching.

"Then stop fucking up." And with that Elliot turned and walked toward the beach leaving Christian only with his thoughts and Ana safely in his arms.

The closer Christian came to the condo, the more he tightens his hold on Ana. He dreaded the thought of letting her go and leaving her alone in the state she was in. 'what if she woke up in the morning scared? What if she had no memory of anything? Would she even believe him if he told her what happen?' He then quickly decided to worry about those things later, right now he wanted to take care of Anastasia any way he could.

Walking up the stairs of the condo He quickly saw it was deserted, He then quickly just guessed they got tipsy and went to bed, But knowing Grace, she would only have two glasses minimum.

Walking toward his bedroom Ana started to twist and turn even more in his arms. Clearly she was waking up, Slipping into his room he looked around where he could lay Ana for the time being, He just decided to just bite the bullet and lay her on his bed. Laying her down he couldn't help but feel the slight comfortable feeling of seeing her in his bed.

Walking into his bathroom he looked in the mirror and chuckled, if you would tell him he would be taking care of the feisty beautiful Anastasia he would tell you to stop bull shitting. He then jump into the shower and let the events of the past days run through his head, but then a even worse thing popped into his head. Going into circles with Anastasia surprisingly made him forget all about the women who basically owned him. When his mom told him they would be gone for 3 months he had no idea how the hell he could even function without it. Getting out the shower he dried off with his towel and quickly put on his boxers and sweats on with a thin white t-shirt. But walking into his room he was surprise to see what he found.

Anastasia was not only out of his bed but her dress was halfway off with her wiggling around whining. If he wasn't so shocked he would be laughing until he couldn't breathe but seeing Anastasia black lacy panties quickly made him over think it. "Anastasia?" Anastasia stopped in her tracks and turned around her face Redding by the second.

"Christiannnn…..I uh ne-need your help." Normally Christian would mock, but he couldn't help but think how adorable she looked.

"What are you doing Anastasia" he couldn't the smirk on his face.

"I'm trying to get Mia's stupid…stupid dress off and its stuck!" Ana frowned

"Here" Christian said making his way over to his Anastasia, She lifted her arms up high and he took the fabric in his hands and lightly took it off of her rewarded by the blush that made its way to her delicate face. She tried looking down So her hair could hide her from Christian's intense stare.

"Don't hide from me Anastasia" Ana looked up at him with a emotion he usually saw when grace looked at him.

"Why do you call me Anastasia?" she whispered.

"It is your name isn't it?" He questioned.

"I like it when you call me that." She smiled.

"Give me your shirt." It wasn't normal for Christian to be takin back like Ana always did to him. He never know what to expect, he guessed that's why he admired her so much. She left him wanting more. Without any hesitation Christian slipped the offending material off of him and handed it to Anastasia only for her to smile and slip it on over her delectable body. He scared him how he wasn't worry about his scars.

"Um… You can um… Go out that window to your room" Christian stuttered. He never stuttered

She looked almost disappointed which slightly made him feel better. If this angel didn't want to leave him then he was definitely not going to push her away.

"You… can stay here if you want?" He sounded desperate. Ana looked up at him and gave him a smile that warmed his cold heart.

"I would love that" she silently slid under the cover and curled into a ball. Christian being the gentlemen he tried to be took a spare blanket and was going to make a pallet but Ana stop him short.

"You can sleep in the bed to Christian, I'm not going to bite" She whispered.

Christian only grinned and climbed in silently beside her trying not to make a move to scare her. In the silence they were in Christian felt Ana shivering on her side. Taking a leap of faith Christian grabbed Anastasia's waist and pushed her up against him. Her back to his chest, He couldn't help but feel aroused. But he knew not to cross that line. Ana cuddled farther into him and sighed. "Good night Christian" He could practically feel her smile. Then he realized he himself was smiling. A true natural smile that was easy to do around her. He then realized she was his light, his savior.

"Good night, angel"

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