His voice at that point was quiet just for me to hear, his fingers still tracing my skin, and his eyes roaming from one feature on my face to another. He was quite the mind player. I blinked a few times, exhaling a slight breath as I looked on the side. "God, you're distracting," However, my voice didn't seem to take his attention. All he did was press his fingers over my chin and direct me the way he pleased. "But you do need a distraction." I looked at him, blinked, looked at his lips, blinked again, and finally looked on the side. It was hard to find resistance when he was acting the way he was.. "I know I do.." I mumbled back, finally pushing back those tingles in my stomach and looking back at him. He really didn't let me focus on the thoughts in my head.. I mean, he tried distracting me with his words, but his eyes, those sharp features, just him.. It already had me distracted. But it was hard not to give in in moments like that.. I didn't know what he meant to me, I just knew that I was starting to give in.. I was starting to trust him. I was starting to have trouble figuring my own thoughts around him.. And the worst part was, I liked it.. In the most wrong way possible, this felt right. I don't think he even gave me time to hesitate much.. All I knew was that when his lips pressed against mine, my eyes closed on their own.. I seemed to inhale a sharp breath right before that, almost as if I knew he would cut it with that kiss.. And my skin tingled underneath his touch.. My hands itched and all I did was clench my fists against his chest, and let all the thoughts sink in.. Surprisingly, the only thoughts I was left was how damn good his lips felt against mine. We stood there so close to each other for minutes, just talking, but we kissed like we had been holding back the whole time. His lips moved against mine with that same eagerness, the same hunger, and I seemed to go completely lost in it. He just seemed to be pulling me even closer with his hands against my waist, his fingers wrapped against the material of my shirt, I thought he would rip it. But this was no coincidence.. That day there wasn't a minute when we would left alone in a room and simply unable to keep our hands off each other. And we both knew it wasn't right.. I mean, we agreed on that night to be forgotten, not mentioned and simply erased.. We couldn't repeat that.. But every single atom in my body felt like this was the only right thing in my life at that point.. I seemed to live for these moments where my mind would simply let go and I would lose myself in him. We kissed like there was no tomorrow, breathless yet yearning for more. As we both pulled away, he seemed to inhale deeply, like he was taking in my scent, our lips still touching and my blood still rushing in my ears, boiling in my veins.. My body burned and screamed with the desire for this man, and I couldn't even understand myself why.. I could, but I was never weak on looks.. On gestures.. I was never weak on stuff like this.. Christian however seemed to be playing my mind the way he pleased and I let him, enjoying every bit of it.. My eyes were still closed, only letting myself feel his warm breath against my lips, the warmth of his body against my hands, against my own.. When I opened my eyes and looked up at him he just seemed to scan my face, his expression serious and his eyes filled with something that was unfamiliar to me.. I couldn't read what was going on behind those dark eyes, but it was strong.. It was reflecting back in mine. I watched how he focused back on my lips, both of us breathing heavy, not because of the kiss but because of the thoughts that went through us.. We both seemed to lean in for more, my lips parting and my mind screaming for something I didn't even know how to control. But he seemed to hold back the second our lips brushed. He left a quick wet kiss on top of my lips, not even giving me time to return it, and even though he seemed to move back a bit, he then leaved another one on the same spot, like it wasn't up to him to decide. When my lips parted and I returned that one, he once again just brushed his lips against mine leaving another one on my bottom lip, then right on the side of them, before he left a small space between our bodies and looked at me. He seemed like he couldn't keep his gaze still.. His eyes moved quickly, from one feature to another, his breaths still deep and matching mine, and after those quick butterfly kisses he left on my lips, he seemed to be so damn eager for more, yet he was pushing it back. I wanted more, but I knew we couldn't.. We just.. We both knew it.. We couldn't. He let put a frustrated breath and his eyes closed for a second. He took my hands that were resting on his chest and pulled hem aside. "You,-" He looked at me, searched my eyes with the same speed I searched his. "You should go to your room. You need rest." I found myself trapping my bottom lip between my teeth, looking down and taking a small step back. He was right. I was just glad one of us stopped it. I released a slight breath, mumbling a small 'mhm'. There was this space between the two of us, and I didn't like it. I knew it was right, but it felt better to have his body near mine, his hand holding me in place, his lips just against mine.. He nodded his head slightly, like he was confirming his words in his head. "Go to bed, I'll come check up on you," I looked at him, and I could still see that wildness behind his eyes, that flash of emotions I could not understand.. But it was nothing but lust that bound us.. Nothing but lust that made us break our own rules.. I nodded my head slightly, taking a step to pass him and at the same time getting on my tiptoes and leaving a kiss on the side of his face. It wasn't quick, it wasn't slow either.. I just couldn't walk away just like that. I found all the excuses to touch him again, to kiss him again. It was weird how easily emotions could torture you, especially something as plain as lust.. We had no other strings attached. I could feel his hand slide at the side of my dress as I passed him and walked out of the room. I glanced back towards the living room when I took my first step up the stairs, but his back was still turned on me and all I saw him do was run his hands through his hair.. I had already walked up, even though I knew I could spent hours observing him. It was damn hard to even explain it to myself.