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Giselle stood rooted to her spot, a deep frown etched on her face. Chris stopped walking backward and stared at her as if all his walls were crumbling down. He shook his head, anger and sadness lining his face.
And then she heard it, low and hoarse.
"Fuck it."
A few long strides and Chris held her in his arms, one hand holding the back of her neck, the other snaked around her waist. And before she could process any of it, he pressed his lips against her.
Tingles erupted throughout her body, from the base of her spine to her very fingertips, from the lips he was kissing all the way down to her toes. She felt the kiss in every pore of her skin. And before she could stop herself, she was kissing him back.
Chris groaned.
Her eyes closed on their own accord, her hands grabbing his coat to pull him closer. It felt terrifying. It felt wrong. It feltperfect. And she kissed him back like her life depended on it.
It was like nothing she'd imagined. She'd expected soft and sweet whenever she would allow herself to think about it, but his kiss held dominance. It held meaning as if he was afraid she'd slip out of his hands like sand if he let her go. He held her tight, all of her breath escaping her lungs.
His hand squeezed the flesh of her waist, burning her with his touch, pulling her closer, till her back arched and he towered over her. His other hand squeezed the nape of her neck, sending tingles down her spine. He broke the kiss only for a second to murmur her name against her lips, before he kissed her again, this time softer.
She felt light-headed as the moment slowed down into a lover's caress. Giselle felt the wetness of tears on her cheeks as their lips parted, instantly feeling cold. Chris pressed his forehead against hers. They straightened, both of them panting, unable to distinguish between their breaths. His fingers trailed the length of her back once, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
She didn't know how it had happened, just that it was true. She knew then that this was the moment her life was leading up to, that it felt right. It felt like love.
And that she was utterly screwed because it wasn't as simple as that.
Chapter 30
Chris opened his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him.His Giselle.Her eyes remained closed, a tear rolling down her cheek, her face tilted up toward him.
How was it possible that she looked even more stunning than before? How was it possible that her lips felt a million times better than his imagination? The corners of his eyes prickled, his heart threatening to burst.
He removed his hand from the back of her neck and placed it under her ear. Leaning down again, he kissed the tear rolling on her cheek. Every time Giselle cried in front of him, this was all he wanted to do—to kiss her tears away. His heart almost shattered that he wasn't able to do it before.
Her eyes fluttered open and met his as he pulled back. His chest expanded. She looked at him as if he was her entire world.
And it dawned upon him. He'd kissed her. He'd finally kissed her. He had poured years and years of his love into this one kiss.
His heart skipped a beat at the realization that she'd kissed him back.
His eyes darted from her left eye to right, back and forth, searching for recognition. He wanted her to say something, to acknowledge the moment they'd shared mere moments ago. God! He wanted her to let him kiss her again. He was already missing her warmth.
But her eyes widened in shock. She backed away, slipping out of his hands.
"Giselle?" He hated the sound of his voice—hoarse from desire, low because of the uncertainty, and pained because he knew at that moment that she regretted everything.
"Oh God!" she whispered. "Oh God!" She placed a hand on her chest, breathing hard. "Oh my God!"
Chris stared at her, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, as she looked around frantically. "Giselle." His voice was so low that he wasn't even sure she'd heard him.
"No, no, no. This didn't happen." She covered her face with her hands.
His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. He allowed himself a moment to let it consume him, a moment to let it hurt before he would shut it off and numb himself to the pain.
"I'm... I'm not a cheater! I'm not unfaithful. I can't do this. I didn't do this. Xavier... Oh God, Xavier!" She breathed so heavily, Chris feared she'd collapse, but he stood frozen to his spot, unable to move, watching it all unfold.
And then he realized why it hurt so much. It wasn't because he felt rejected. She'd always rejected him, and he was used to it, as much as it pained him to admit. It hurt so much because she was hurting, and he knew for the first time in his life thathewas the cause of her pain.
"G-Giselle... I'm s-s-sorry."Fuck! Calm the fuck down!He wanted to rip his tongue out.
She looked at him in horror. "You hate me. Oh, God! You think I tempted you. Oh." She breathed audibly, gasping for air, her words making no sense. "You're stammering! You're hurt. You're... You're obviously in love with Abby. Oh God, you regret this, too!"
