38 - Edge

                                    

                                          
The song included in this chapter is the song Alison plays when she... Well, you'll have to find out. Enjoy!

                          
Christopher 
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Alison clung to me like glue all the way to my apartment. In the car, she rested her head on my shoulder, her hand gripping my thigh. In the elevator, she tried to kiss me some more, which I let her of course. I even struggled to get the key in the door to enter my flat because she was all over me.
                          
I just couldn't help but laugh the whole time. I was happy, so freaking happy to see her so joyful and excited. I had done something right, and that filled me with such euphoria. In that moment, I felt like the happiest man on earth.
                          
I thought she'd slow down a little bit once we got inside. I was wrong, of course. As soon as the door closed behind us, Alison looped her arms around my neck and jumped, wrapping her legs around my waist. I was so taken aback that I almost lost my balance and took a couple of steps back. My incoordination only made the situation funnier. We both laughed like crazy people, filling the empty space with joy. 
                          
This was the happiest I had ever been in my apartment in a span of five years, since the day I moved in. 
                          
Even though I was dying to tell her about the trip, I gave in and reciprocated her intensity. I pushed her against the nearest wall, my hands grabbing her behind and lifting her. Now that I had a good grip on her, I could finally kiss her properly, show her how happy I was that she was happy.
                          
It felt amazing having her so close to me, our bodies pressed against each other and leaving no room to breathe. 
                          
"I'm taking my baby to Paris." I said as I came up for air. I had to keep reminding myself that this was happening, it felt too good to be true. 
                          
When I said those words, Alison squeezed her legs so tightly around my waist my abdomen hurt. She squealed, throwing her head backwards in excitement. I kissed her neck, leaving sloppy, loud kisses all over her skin. She giggled at my playfulness.
                          
"Do you want to know more about the trip or do you want to continue doing this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. She faked being indecisive, as if she was weighing the pros and cons in her head. Before giving her time to respond, I held her tight so she wouldn't fall and walked towards the couch. I put her down gently, kissing her cheek.
                          
"Let me get the papers." I said as she let go of my limbs. I skittered across the floor and opened my suitcase, taking out the most important documents detailing the itinerary. I headed back to the couch and sat next to Alison. Her face was glowing, her eyes were shimmering. 
                          
I rested the stack of papers on my lap as I got comfortable on the couch. Ali snuggled close to me, tucking her feet under her and resting her cheek on my shoulder. 
                          
"Alright Miss Bardot, what I'm about to tell you is privileged information. Whatever we discuss about the trip stays between us, at least for now. Everyone will know the itinerary soon enough, but since you've been such a good student, you'll be the first to know."
                          
She giggled, her hands wrapping around my bicep. 
                          
"How hard was it for you to keep it a secret?" She asked.
                          
"Honesty, I knew seeing your reaction in the amphitheater would be priceless, so not that hard."
                          
"Even after I sent you that nude?" She asked in a high pitched voice, her thumb caressing my upper arm.