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Christine's POV
I smiled and made myself cozy in Erik's bed. He told me to relax right? So I did. I kicked my shoes off and snuggled up in the blankets. As soon as I did he came back with two huge mugs of hot chocolate and a bag of mini marshmallows.
"I didn't know if you wanted any..."
"I'm not a marshmallow girl."
I blush.
"Well more for me."
He smiles and put a good handful in his mug. I took a sip from mine and almost moaned.
"Holy shit..."
"I'm taking that as a compliment."
He chuckled.
"This is so good. Way better than that packaged crap."
I take another gulp and set the cup down on the nightstand.
"You're really pretty."
He says matter-of-factly. My cheeks blush deep red and I look away from him.
"No I'm serious. You are like really pretty..."
He mumbles.
Just then, he turns my face towards his and looks into my eyes. His eyes were so intense. They were hazel-almost gold. The way he looked at me sent chills down my spine. I could feel my cheeks getting warm. He moved closer but then stopped. My heart was racing. I moved towards him, confirming that I wanted him to do what he was doing.
"Can I ki-"
I nodded and closed my eyes. He kissed me. He kissed me like I had never been kissed before. My toes curled. My heart raced. His lips were so plump and soft. I wanted to moan but I didn't want to scare him either. I stayed silent and just moved my lips with his. Before I knew it his tongue was in my mouth. He was on top of me. I curled my fingers into his shirt and kissed him with all my might.