The elevators dropped them directly in Criss' penthouse. The doors opened and Criss picked her up, never allowing the connection between their lips to break. He carried her to the door of his bedroom, he kicked it open, and lay he down on his huge, plush bed.
He stepped back for a second and admired her. Her big, brown eyes were filled
with lust. Her hair framed her face perfectly. He smiled. He wanted Anna to be his forever. He lowered herself on top of her. She welcomed him with her outstretched arms.
Criss and Anna lay in the afterglow of sex. She was snuggled up against Criss and his arm was holding her close to him. She was so perfect. It was so perfect. They were so perfect. He never wanted to share his bed with anyone else. As he thought this, he drifted off to sleep and she followed shortly after.
Criss' eyes flicked open and he looked at the digital clock on the end table beside him. It read '8:04 AM'.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed. "I'm late!" He felt Anna stir in his arms. He had woken her with his loud cursing. By the time she'd opened her eyes, Criss was already up putting his pants on.
"Criss? Are you okay?" She asked.
"I'm late, very late. I'm so sorry to leave you like this! If you want, you can stay in bed and I can order you some breakfast. I swear I'll only be an hour, maybe less, if I run." He was tying his shoes now.
" Can I come with you?" Anna was worried that if he left he'd never come back. It had happened to her before and she had no intention of history repeating itself.
"If you want to. There's nothing that important going on. And all you have is the dress to wear."
"I love the dress! I'll wear it." She dressed herself and went to an illusion practice with Criss. He smirked at her when her eyes widened at the end of the illusion.
"It's magic!" He said fanning his arms as he said it to create an air of sarcasm to what he said. They both started laughing.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry, this is a short chapter. The next one will be a big time jump. Please rate and review!