Him. That's all it was. That's all I had on my mind. To get that worship and ardor that we both craved so badly.. So strongly. It was unexplainable.. Not when it came to the two of us.. It was more than desperation, more than just a craze. It was senselessness, loss of our minds whenever we were close.. It was madness and full sanity mixing together.. It was unreal. ~ Christian's POV How could I- how could I ever have enough when it came to her? How could I let go so easily when she was a bigger craving, bigger addiction than anything I ever had to go through.. How could I let go when she was a damn masterpiece perfectly sculpted on my bed, daring me to adore her.. No, there was no resistance. And perhaps it had been hours for all I knew, worth taking in and letting every little picture of her get deeply absorbed in my mind.. Every memory of the time we spent in the bedroom to stay carved in my head. I wanted her, I got her. I had her, yet I only craved more of her.. It wasn't exactly easy to find the answer to my question.. The answer to the wondering of what this girl was doing to me.. So easily and effortlessly. Surely and strongly. I took a shower after her, went in my closet and got dressed, walking out only 5 minutes later to see her sitting on the bed with glass of wine, only holding it as she stared down, playing with her fingers, while a few strands of her slightly wet hair fell over her face. It seemed like such a soothing picture of her sitting on my bed in a plain white over sized shirt, large wild eyes that met mine and unkempt messy hair that seemed like a dark contrast of her pail skin. Her lips were almost as red as the wine she was holding. Slowly walking towards her, she tried making out a faint smile. "Found your wine collection." I watched her hand me the glass, even though there was an empty one right on the nightstand beside her. "And turns out, I'm not exactly the wine lover." Ouch. I had all the finest wines. I took the glass. And she picked one of the best ones I owned. It was the 1974 on. I took a sip. "Hey, this one's my favorite." And all she had as response was a wide smile.. Still, she seemed almost distracted in a way.. It was too quiet for Lana to return without some kind of an objection. I watched how her smile faded away, making me put down the glass and sit beside you. "Lana," She looked back at me, finally turning her gaze away from her clasped hands. "You alright?" She seemed to snap out of whatever was going through her head before she ran a hand through her hair and glanced back at me. "Yea, I'm- I'm really good actually, and see-" She cut herself off, biting the side of her lips just like every other time she was searching for the right words. "That's the thing. It was good, Christian. Too good. And we both know that we'll give in again," I listened, knowing where this was going, yet still wanting to hear out what she had on her mind. "Who are we lying to saying that we won't?" Her voice was raspy, faint almost.. She was right. But I didn't want her to underestimate what I was capable of doing when it came to something I wanted.. Something I considered mine. "Well, we may have lied to ourselves before, but some things are not up to us, you know," My hand reached towards her face without me even realizing it, so eager to touch her.. My excuse was the short strand of hair that was was falling over the side of her face. I was marveling at the sound of her voice.. The feel of her skin. "Yes, but what if they find out? You know what that means, Christian,-" I pressed my hand against the side of her face, unconsciously shushing her as a way of interrupting her. War. If they found out it would mean war. And Dimitri as the king wouldn't start it, I knew that, but her father would. And our people would have defend. "They won't. I wouldn't do anything that would bring any harm to you, princess," Those wide blue eyes stared back at mine, swirling with curious emerald in a way of questioning yet trusting. "You know that, right?" She seemed to so effortlessly give into my touch.. Her eyes closed for a second.. I ran my knuckles over my skin. Silk. "I do. I do, Christian, I just-" She seemed eager to snap out of her emotions and focus on this conversation, but I continued instead of her. "-Just trust me." I saw that softening in her eyes.. And no, I was not playing any games when it came to her. I couldn't lie to her even if I wanted to. I meant every word I said. I did. Pressing her hand over mine that was on the side of her face, she pulled it down slightly, nodding her head as she looked back at me. "I promise you, Lana. They won't find out." And the very second I said those words, a loud click was heard from downstairs. Perhaps not so loud, but both of us heard it clearly, and with everything that had happened, a slight crunching could trigger the paranoia in both of us. I looked towards the door and so did she. Another one was heard. I looked at her as she looked bad. Okay, so I wasn't hallucinating, she was hearing that too. She furrowed her brows in confusion. "You heard that, right?" I only brought up my index finger up to my lips to tell her to stay quiet as I stood up. What now? What the hell was it now? More problems? I could barely handle the ones I was dealing with. And chasing around with a ghost Adam was not something I had on my list, nor was planning on adding. I looked back at her as I walked towards the door, seeing that she had already stood up as well.. And Christ, I understood her, but I couldn't let anything happen to her. I gestured for her to wait - a definite underestimating act to Lana's stubbornness.. But if there was actually someone in the house, with everything we had going on, I didn't need her involved as well.. She rolled her eyes at me, crossed her arms and stopped. Thankfully, she let me be, or so it was what I liked to think in that moment.. However, I should've known better than trusting that she would stay put, the minute I took a step out of the door to go check who was downstairs. Two werewolf packs trying to find our track, that half-dead psychopath Adam, or it could've been just Calliope finally returning with her joo joo book. I couldn't trust my instincts with any of those.. And I was seriously starting to get bored of all the attacks. It was time for them all to learn their damn place, and quit pissing me off, because in that moment, they did not want to get me angry.