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Giselle stood in front of him wearing his black shirt that reached till her mid-thighs, looking too large for her petite body, her legs bare. Wet-haired and stripped of all glamour, she took his breath away. He gulped, forgetting everything other than the woman in front of him.
Silently, Giselle turned the lights off and crawled into the bed with him. His heart threatened to burst out of his chest. He lay down, and she rested her head on his arm, a little far from him. He couldn't see her in the dark but he could feel her warmth, her scent, her breath. Wasn't this what he'd wanted his entire life? She was in his arms tonight, and all he could do was allow himself to breathe.
She got up and pulled the comforter over them, this time lying closer.
He gave in. Wrapping her up in his arms and legs, he pulled her tight till they were one, till he couldn't figure out where he ended and she began. She nestled her face in his neck, and he buried his face in her wet hair. She smelled like lavender and soap. She looked like his.
A calming sense of peace engulfed him.
It felt like coming home after long tiring years in prison.
It felt like heavy dark clouds looming over a land suffering from drought.
It felt like the moment of bliss when the sun first ascents above the horizon in the morning.
He tried staying awake long after she'd fallen asleep, her body soft against his. He had to make this last but darkness took over him, for his mind was too tired and his body too comfortable to stay awake.
"Chris?" she whispered in the middle of the night, her voice drowsy.
"Dearest..." He smiled in his sleep, knowing this had to be a dream, like the many he'd had before.
He pulled her closer, and they fell asleep again.
Chapter 33
Light seeped through the white curtains, slightly illuminating the room as Chris opened his eyes to the last ringing of his phone before it died down.
He paused his attempt at a morning stretch as he felt a weight on his arm. Turning to his right, a smile spread across his face at the sight. Giselle lay on his forearm, her hair spread behind her, her back to him. She wore his sleeveless black shirt, and to him, no view was better than this.
Scooting closer, he ran his fingers on her upper arm, searching for the fingerprints he'd seen last night, but they'd faded. Grateful, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer till she was pressed against his body.
Wasn't this what he'd wanted all his life? Waking up to this view...
She felt small in his arms, like he'd break her if he held her too tight. Nuzzling his face into her neck, he breathed in her scent, then sighed.
She moved, and he froze. Moaning in her sleep, she flipped around and faced him, her eyes shut. He removed the hair from her forehead and looked at her face. Running his fingers through her hair, he smiled at the woman he loved. He could get used to waking up this way, he thought as he ran his thumb on her lower lip and stared at her.
His phone rang again, making his heart jump a little. Sighing, he reached toward his left and answered the call with a, "What?"
"Uh, sir. It's Sarah."
He resisted the urge to groan. If his assistant was calling, he was in for either a meeting reminder or a commitment he'd made. And right now, all he wanted was to cut the call and hold Giselle. "Yes?"
"Uh, well, you had a s-social commitment, sir. You haven't been to the office all morning, and um, Miss Abigail called a few minutes ago asking about you."
Agh. "But I have to see her for brunch. Not before noon."
"Well, it's twelve thirty."
"Really?" He tried caring but his mind was too relaxed to be affected. He sighed. "Well, then."
"Uh, will you be coming to the office, sir?"
"I doubt it." He yawned.
There was silence for a moment. "Is this Chris David?"
He snorted. "Of course." He was a known workaholic, so Sarah's uncertainty was not misplaced.
