I wake up the next morning feeling like an elephant has used my head as a trampoline. I don't think that I have ever felt so hungover in all my life. I sit up in bed and find I am still in my outfit from last night. Last night, I remember going to the party with Eric, playing a few drinking games and then walking back to Eric's apartment. I remember stopping at the chasm; sitting, nearly falling off the railing. What was I thinking? I could have killed myself. I didn't fall though, someone caught me. Eric caught me. I remember it all now. I remember his hands on me, keeping me from falling too far backwards. I remember our chests flat against each other. Our eyes holding: never looking away from one another. I remember kissing him; then him kissing me. His lips were soft and inviting. He kissed me with a dominative authority and with a passion I haven't ever felt before. He wasn't like Tobias, he wasn't soft or gentle, but nor was he forceful and vicious. He was dominating and assertive. Then he said those words I didn't realise I wanted to hear: 'You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that.'
I don't remember walking back to Eric's apartment nor do I remember going to bed. I look around the room, my eyes searching for Eric but he isn't here. I get up and walk through to the living room, quietly in case he is still asleep. I don't see him lying on the couch but leaning against the island in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee. As usual he isn't wearing a shirt and I can see his perfectly sculpted torso. His black joggies are hanging dangerously low on his hips and I can see his v line.
"I need one of those." I tell him, motioning to his cup, as I make my way over.
He looks up and smirks before bringing up a finger to his lips telling me to be quiet before pointing to his temple. I'm glad I'm not the only one with a hangover.
"The kettle water is still hot." He whispers. I nod my head before grabbing a cup, adding a spoonful of coffee and some hot water with a small amount of milk. "Max popped round earlier, he said that your new apartment was ready and he dropped of the keys." He tells me.
"Do you know where it is?" I ask. From out the corner of my eye I can see him smirking.
"Yes." He answers and takes another sip from his coffee as I roll my eyes.
"Will you tell me?" I ask.
"I'll go one better and show you." He says as he puts his now empty cup in the sink and walks off to the bathroom.
I lean again the kitchen counter, sipping my coffee for a few minutes. I need to go back to my old apartment and get my stuff. I can't do it alone and if I bring Eric it will only start a fight, looks like it's Christina then.
I hear the shower turn off and place my cup in the sink with Eric's before heading over to the bathroom where he is just coming out of. His hair is still dripping wet and the towel is loosely hanging around his waist. I watch as drop of water runs down his neck, over his collarbone and perfectly sculpted chest before disappearing into the towel. My eyes drag back up his body to his face which is wearing a smirk, nothing new there then.
"See something you like?" He asks me with that stupid, but incredibly hot, smirk still on his, gorgeous, face. Two can play at that game.
"Yes actually. I do." I tell him and I see his cheeks redden slightly.
"Yeah, well I, uh should probably dry myself off and put some clothes on." He says while walking past me.
"No rush." I tell him and he freezes for a second before chuckling quietly and disappearing behind the door of his bedroom.
I smirk inwardly before having a shower of my own.
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I dry my hair and get changed into the clothes from yesterday. Eric is waiting by the door to show me my new apartment. The first place I will live in on my own. We leave his apartment and he turns left before coming to a stop outside the door next to him.
"Here, we are then." He says.
"Next door, I'm living next door?" I ask him and he smirks and nods his head.
He hands me the key and steps aside so I can unlock the door to my new apartment. I push open the door and step into the hallway. The walls are dark grey and the flooring is black stained wood. There are two doors on my left and another on the right. I walk into the first room on the left and find a simple single bed with white sheets and a black duvet. The walls are a light grey and the floor is a simple grey carpet. There is a wooden wardrobe and a set of drawers at the other side of the room.
The room on the right is the master bedroom: it has a large king-sized bed with crimson sheets and a black duvet and pillows; the carpet is black and the walls are grey like the other room; there is a set of drawers on the left side of the room and a massive wardrobe next to it.
The second room on the left is the bathroom and it has a shower at the back on the left hand side and a bath tub taking up the space next to it all the way to the right wall. The toilet and sink are next to each other on the right hand side of the room. The floor is made up of large white tiles and the walls are the same except blue.
The end of the hallway breaks up into a large space, on the left is the living room and the right is the kitchen. The kitchen is much like Eric's and the same goes for the living room. The back wall overlooks the city and is made up completely of glass. I walk up to the window and just stare out at the city, it's beautiful.
"Do you like it?" Eric asks me, breaking the silence.
I totally forgot he was there and I turn with a big smile on my face.
"I love it, now all I need to do is go get my stuff and before you ask 'no'. You are not coming. You will just end up in a fight with him so I'm taking Christina." I tell him as he begins to open his mouth.
"Fine but don't stay any longer than you have to. I don't trust him. Last night you had leverage, but everyone knows now so there is nothing to stop him from attacking you, verbally or physically." He tells me and I nod my head.
"Anyway Chris is working at the moment so I have some time to kill." I say.
"What do you want to do?" Eric asks me.
"Watch a movie?" I suggest.
"Sounds good to me, what do you want to watch?"
"10 Things I Hate About You?"
"A chick-flick, you want me to watch a chick-flick." He says while laughing.
"Please. Please Pleeeeeease?" I beg him.
"Oh fine, but you owe me." He says while burying the heels of his hand into his eyes.
I smile; grabbing his hand and pulling him back through to his apartment. I set the movie up and grab some snacks and some juice. I end up half-way through the movie with my head on his shoulder and his arm around mine. We fight over the popcorn because every time I grab a handful he'll slap my hand and I'll drop it. I end up stealing the bowl from his lap and shimmying down to the other end of the couch. However with ease, he pins my hands together and takes back the bowl, placing it on the floor.
"Did you really think you could steal the bowl without me noticing?" He asks me with a smirk. My hands still pinned to the couch with him leaning over me.
"Yes actually. Or at least have been able to keep it for a while." I complain. "Would you let me go now?"
"Where would be the fun in that?" He says.
I roll my eyes and suddenly realise that we are pressed against each other again, exactly like last night. My eyes wander from his eyes to his lips and before I can stop myself I close the distance between our mouths and attach my lips to his. His grip on my wrists loosens when I bite his bottom lip and I manage to free my arms and wrap them around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. He uses one arm to support his weight while the other is supporting my head, keeping my lips pressed against his. His hand slithers down to my neck and his fingers extend into my hair. I flip us over so I'm on top and I deepen the kiss. Our tongues stroking each other softly and slowly. He sits up so I'm on his lap and he turns so his feet are on the floor. Using his now free arm he pushes my legs apart so my knees are on either side of his legs: straddling him. His hands are now on my waist and he pushes my shirt up: his fingers leaving burning trails on my skin as he traces the waist band of my jeans. I push off his vest, leaving him in a tight-fitting black t-shirt. He breaks the kiss and leans our foreheads together, catching our breath.
"We should stop before this goes any further." He tells me.
"What if, I don't want to stop?" I ask staring into his silver eyes that are now blown wide.
"Are you sure? Tris I don't know if I will be able to stop myself if we continue this." He says, his breathing starting to even out again.
"Eric, I want you." I tell him and kiss him again. "Now take me to your bedroom."
He looks into my eyes as if searching for something before speaking to me.
"Your wish is my command."
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry for the wait but it was my birthday on the 10th so I've been a bit busy.
Until next time,
Wholocker x