❝ why are you laughing?
we're literally fucked. ❞
❝ it's just funny how you
thought we wouldn't get
caught. ❞
a three-time grammy winner
and a rising football star. their
paths were never supposed
to intertwine. especially
considering the fact that
...
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CHAPTER TWENTY! ⤷ ❝ WHAT IS IT? ❞
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THE FIRST HINT OF DAWN is trying to filter through the curtains, but the only glow of the room is coming from the crevices of the curtain. chris is like nocturnal, and makes sure that all his curtains are basically stapled shut when he goes to sleep. alessia gradually opens her eyes, and as consciousness returns, she becomes aware of the warmth surrounding her.
her gaze drifts downward, and a soft smile tugs at her lips as she feels the comforting weight of chris's arm draped around her. a contented smile plays on her lips as she recalls the night they shared after the little dinner.
turning her head slightly, alessia's eyes meet chris's relaxed expression. his features are softened by the quiet of the morning and alessia doesn't think she could ever get tired of seeing him like this. the tousled strands of his hair frame his face, and the subtle light accentuates the lines and contours that make him uniquely her chris.
her hand finds its way to the point where their bodies meet, tracing the curve of his arm that cradles her. (she just wanted to feel his arm muscles). in the process, she becomes aware of their entwined fingers. even after a night of restful slumber, their hands remain interlaced.
