"What did you guys do today?" Chris asks. I play with the strings of his drawstring sweats as he watches film from his last game. "They waited for me to get out of class and then my mom wanted to go shopping, so that. We were at it for about three hours until my dad got hungry, so we went to Lucy's. It was fun," I say. Christian met my parents two days ago and it didn't go as bad as I thought it would. The four of us also hung out yesterday for a while before Chris had to go to practice and then today it was just the three of us.

They have an early flight back home tomorrow and I won't see them again until New Years. I'm excited to go home but only because it's official that Christian will be coming with me. "Nice, you'll see them again soon." He knows how much these past three days meant to me. Since moving to California, my parents and I have talked less. It doesnt mean I don't think about them all the time, but it's kind of hard to keep up with people who you dont see everyday anymore.

"And you're coming with me." I wrap my arm around his bare waist and pull him closer. He chcukles, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "We have to face the wrath of my parents before we get to yours first remember?" He looks down at me momentarily, before looking back at the TV. "We'll be fine," I say. He looks at me again and smiles softly. He shuts off the TV which surprises me. He hasn't been watching film for that long.

He puts the remote on his nightstand and then lays down next to me. I've been a little more hesitant around him since dinner on Monday. When my dad asked him why he was taking me home for Christmas, he also asked Christian if he loved me. Him hesitating to reply gave me the answer I've been looking for since Halloween. He doesn't love me. I think if he did, he would've said something. Especially since he wanted my parents approval.

He could've told me after dinner as well if he did love me and decided to tell me first in private, but again, he didn't. For some reason, I was a little disappointed and I still am. Something in me wanted him to mean it when he said it on Halloween. We haven't been together that long, I have to remind myself. He's never been in love before so I think it'll take some time for him to get there. I'm just scared he never will. I try and push those thoughts away whenever I'm with him, but that's when they appear in my head the most.

Damn, anxiety.

"Hey, are you okay?" Christian wears a worried look and I realize I'm breathing more heavy than I normally do. Did I really just let my anxiety get to me? I normally don't. I calm my breathing and nod my head. I don't want to worry him and I certainly don't want to have to lie to him about why I've been so anxious.

With my audition coming up, my anxiety has been worse. I've been rehersing alone or with Maddy almost everyday, but I fear I'll choke when I'm auditioning in front of auditioners. Finals are also coming up and I've been trying to study for those too. Tests give me too much added stress and anxiety. I hate that these two events are crashing, but this is how it is. I can't change it.

My breathing becomes heavy again as all these thoughts infiltrate my mind. I sit up and feel Christian follow along with me. Please, please, please, no panic attacks. He rubs circles on my back, "Baby, breathe. You're okay, you're okay." He moves hair out of my face and I try to focus on one thing: his voice. I need to calm down. "You're okay," He repeats. He crawls in front of me and lifts my head up, "Look at me." My eyes find his and I try focusing on slowing my breathing.

A tear rolls out from my eye and he wipes it immediately. "Don't cry, please." The worry in his eyes is very evident, but my breathing begins to slow again. I can't think of anything stressing right now. "Distract me," I magange to breathe out. His eyes flit all over my face and he gets up from bed. He fast walks over to his dresser and pulls out a thick binder. My chest still falls heavily, but I'm starting to calm down again.

He comes back with the binder and puts it between us, opening it up. He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. "Look." He points at a picture in what I can imagine is a binder full of them. "That was my first pee wee football game." The picture is a tiny Chris with a football uniform on and football in hand. His mom and dad bend down next to him, smiling. They look like a happy family, so I smile.

I realize that that family isn't what it was then. "My team won. I even scored a touchdown, my dad was esctatic." He actually smiles despite talking about his father who he despises. I think the smile is for my sake. He flips the page a couple of times and points to another picture. "Mom and Dad's unnecessary wedding, I was three years old." Chris's mom is in an expensive looking wedding dress, carrying him on her hip. His dad has his arm wrapped around his wife's (now ex-wifes) waist and they're both admiring their son.

For Christian, I wish this was still how it was.

"Why unnecessary?" I ask. He rolls his eyes playfully, "They're divorced now, that's why." He smiles, not even caring that they're not together anymore. I think he strongly prefers it. I let out a weak chuckle. I feel better, but my chest hurts a little bit. "You're an adorable baby," I say. He looks up at me from the picture. "Even now?" He asks. I smile again, "Even now." He leans in and pecks my nose.

I turn the binder and start flipping the pages myself. I admire all of the pictures of Christian, a lot of them are with his family. I notice he has this binder tucked away in the drawer he told me he never opens. I wonder why he chose to distarct me this way.

Then something hits me. My eyes widen.

I climb off the bed and walk over to the drawer. It's still here, unopened.

Christian mentioned to me that he never uses this specific drawer because it has a bunch of old things so I put the gift I got him for his birthday there. I didn't think I was going to need to hide it for that long and it totally slipped my mind until now. Did he see it? Or was he too focused on trying to distract me? "Nova, what is it?" He asks. I pick up the small, bag where I put my gift to him in. I turn around and he looks down at the bag in my hands.

"I was wondering what that was," He says. Oh. "You saw it?" I ask him. "Just now. I told you I never open that drawer." He doesn't look like he's lying. I walk over, getting back into his bed. I hand it to him, "I got it for your birthday, but you know." I don't want to talk or think about our fight that night, so I avoid saying it completely. He takes the small bag from me and looks up to meet my gaze. "You didn't have to get me anything, Nov," He sets the bag down to grab my hand.

"I know, but I wanted to. I think you'll like it," I brighten up again and sit up straight. I pull my hand away from his so that he can open what I got him. "Open it," I say. He looks at me for a little longer before opening the bag. He looks inside and pulls out the small, velvet box. I smile at my gift and he looks at me. "Don't you think it's a little too soon, Johänson? I just met your parents two days ago."

I tilt my head and slap his arm playfully. He chuckles. "Open it completely before you speak," I tell him. He opens the box and I fidget with my fingers. I don't know if he'll like it, I just said that. He looks at it for what feels like an eternity. He pulls out the chain I got him, the number 28 hangs from it. Let's just say it was kind of expensive, but so pretty I just had to get it for him.

He finally looks up at me and I smile softly. "Do you like it?" I ask, a bit nervous for his response. He's been quiet for the past minute. I don't want to tell him his silence is triggering my anxiety again, but it kind of is. "How much did this cost?" He ignores my question. I don't know why he asks me this. He knows I am not telling him that. "It doesn't matter, I got it for you because I knew you'd like it," I smile "you do like it, right?" I add. He looks down at it again.

"I fucking love it, Nov." My axiety calms down again and I smile even more. He loves it, not likes it. "I don't want you spending a lot of money on me though," He says. I shake my head quickly and find my way onto his lap, straddling him. I wrap my arms around his neck and he sets the chain down on the bed carefully. "Nothing I can buy is worth what you make me feel, so I can spend as much money on you as I want," I tell him.

He raises a brow, "Oh yeah?" I nod my head. His eyes flit from my eyes to my lips for a couple of seconds. "What do I make you feel?" He says in almost a whisper. I bite down on my bottom lip to hide the smile that so badly wants to appear on my face. "A lot of things," I reply. He smirks at this and I can feel him hardening below me. It sends chills up my spine. "Likewise, Johänson."

He leans forward and teases kissing me before he actually does. His soft lips slowly find mine and kiss me passionatly. I cannot describe in words with this man makes me feel, but it is so good. His large hand finds my face and he cups my cheek, not breaking away from the kiss. I lift my hips off him and guide him back into the headboard. Before sitting back down on him, I pull down his drawstring pants and he helps me take them off him quickly.

I sit back down on him roughly and he groans into the kiss. His hands find my waist and he takes off my —or his, actually—oversized t-shirt. He tries to kiss me again, but I pull back. "Nah-uh, why are you so impatient?" I ask teasingly. He licks his lips, looking down at my chest. My boobs are on the smaller side so I rarely wear a bra unless I need to. "Because I need you." He pulls me closer, our bare chests colliding.

I smile, "You can have me." He kisses me again roughly, impatiently. I trail my hands along his abs and he shivers as I reach the bottom near his erection. We're both left in only our underwear. He pulls away from the kiss and pushes me lightly back onto the mattress. He hovers over me and starts kissing down my body. I squirm a bit at his wet kisses. Okay, I'm the one who's getting impatient now.

He reaches down to touch the sweet spot between my legs and I moan softly. He looks up at me and smirks. He moves my cotton panties to the side and his thumb grazes my clit. I flinch a bit at his touch and grip onto the sheets beneath me. "More," I breathe out. My pulls my panties down to my ankles and I kick them off. Again, he starts kissing my chest, gently biting my nipple. My hips buck up against him, needing something more than this. He rises his head back up to me. "Nah-uh, why are you so impatient, babe?" He mocks me.

I'd smack his head right now if I didn't want him inside of me so bad. I let out a chuckle, "Cute, now get inside of me, please." He tilts his head a bit. "Are you begging?" He asks. I close my eyes tightly for a second. "Chris-" "I know, baby," He interrupts me, and goes back down to kiss my stomach. The cold air hits against the wetnes from the kisses he leaves behind, sending shivers throughout my whole body.

He inches toward the spot between my legs. He kisses the inside of my thighs and then he kisses me right where my clit is. My hips buck up again at the sensation. "Easy, love," He says. His warm breath against my skin only makes me more impatient. His tongue grazes my clit once and then he slides it deeper into me. I bite down on my lip to hold back a moan. As his tongue explores me, he brings his thumb up to rub my clit. Oh gosh. I think I might come already.

I grip onto the sheets to try and hold myself back from coming too fast. He rubs my clit in circles and licks and sucks every inch of my heat. I whine, wanting more than what he's already giving me. I want him deep inside of me. He sucks on one of my lips and his thumb movements grow quicker. A moan leaves my mouth no matter how much I try and contain it. I feel myself throbbing already. "I'm gonna-" "Go ahead, baby." I finally let myself release and he doesn't move. He licks up all of the juices that flow out of me. He rubs my clit slowly as he does this which almost makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.

When he's done, he comes back up and kisses me hungrily. I pull away from him, breathing heavily. "I need to catch my breath, C," I say. He chuckles a bit, still hovering over my body. My chest falls heavily as I start to catch my breath. He waches me lustfully. He wants more. I smile, which causes him to smile. "What," He chuckles.

I shake my head and lower my hand to find his length hidden undernath his briefs. He flinches a bit when I touch him. He looks down at my hand and then back up at me. "Get a condom," I say. He leans down to place a kiss on my lips. "Take your time, I'm not going anywhere," He says. I smile and shake my head again. "I'm good to go. Get it," I tell him again. He looks at me momentarily and then reaches over to get the condom.

He gets up from his bed and pulls down his boxers. His length springs out, already hard. The spot between my legs starts getting wet again just at the sight. I pull him over me and he hovers over my body again. He opens the condom with his mouth and pulls it out. He hands it to me. "Put it on me," He says. I take it from him quickly, wanting to feel him inside of me already. I slide it on him smoothly and then grab his face to kiss him. He kisses me back lustfully. I pull away, "I need you, now."

His elbows dig into the mattress, next to my head. He lowers the bottom half of his body and his dick touches my thigh. I bite down on my bottom lip, holding in any noise that wants to come out. His finger finds my mouth and he puts his thumb into my mouth, opening it. "Don't hold back your moans ever again," He tells me. "You hear me?" I nod my head. He grazes my bottom lip with his thumb. "Good."

He lowers his hand again and aligns his dick with my entrance. "Can I?" He asks. I nod my head quickly, "Yes." With this, he slides inside me slowly until I'm full of him. My muscles clench around him quickly and a soft groan releases from his mouth. My hands find his muscly biceps as he starts thrusting inside of me. He starts off slow, just how I like it. He personally likes it faster than this, but he starts this way for me. I moan with each deep, full, and hard thrust.

I squeeze his muscles tighter every time he hits my core with another thrust. "Can I go faster?" He asks me. I nod my head, ready to take more of him. He picks up his pace with my premission and my body starts to heat. The cold air isn't enough to keep the heat we're creating away. I feel beads of sweat starting to build on my forehead. He lowers his hand and rubs my clit again along with his medium paced thrusts. I throw my head back in pleasure.

"You like that, baby?"

"Mhmm." I can't seem to form words at the moment. He thrusts into me, this time hitting that spot I always crave for him to find. A shaky, breathy moan escpaes my mouth. This is a sign to him that he's found just that spot. He picks up his pace, hitting the spot over and over again. His moans get louder as do mine and I start breathing heavily below him. I play with my breasts as he pumps into me, giving himself to me completely.

"Fuck," He moans. I'm so close, I want to tell him but my vocal cords have betrayed me. He continues his pace, hitting my sweet spot that makes me squirm below him. My breaths finally become heavier and I feel myself throbbing for a release. "Come with me, baby." I feel his dick twitch inside of me and that does it for me.

I come for the second time tonight, this one being just as good as the first. Once he feels me finish, he doesn't hesitate to follow right after me. He pumps into me slowly about two more times before pulling out. He throws the condom away, cleaning himself with a towel nearby. He grabs another one and cleans me up, like he always does.

He kisses my forehead and walks over to throw the towels into a dirty hamper. I catch my breath, still in the same position. He chuckles, catching his breath as well. "You're so fucking beautiful," He tells me. He pulls me to the top of the bed along with him.

He tucks some hair behind my ear. "Do you feel better?" He asks me. I nod my head, my breathing becoming easy again. My eyes already start to feel heavy. I yawn and he chuckles. "Tired, yeah?" I smile and nod. "Fatigued."

He smiles, "Rest up. I think when I wake up I'm gonna need another round." I chuckle tiredly and shake my head. "Can't wait." I say and my eyes start to flutter shut.