As they entered the house, Christopher carried Hazel up the stairs, his grip unwavering despite the rain that still pattered against the windows. The familiar warmth of his room enveloped them, contrasting sharply with the cold, wet world outside. He gently set her down on the plush rug, his gaze searching hers.
"Haze," he began, his voice low, "I need you to listen to me."
She shivered slightly, not from the cold but from the intensity of his stare. Christopher stepped closer, his presence overwhelming her senses. "I know everything seems chaotic right now, but I need you to understand something important."
Hazel bit her lip, her heart racing with a mixture of hope and fear. "What is it, Christopher?"
He took a deep breath, running a hand through his damp hair. "I love you, Hazel. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone." The sincerity in his voice pierced through her defenses, and she felt her resolve begin to waver. "You have to believe me. This isn't just about the inheritance or what Olivia has said. It's about you and me."
"But what about Olivia?" Hazel asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "She said you used me to get close to my family's wealth."
Christopher's expression hardened. "Olivia was never loyal to me. She used our relationship to get ahead, to secure her own future. I thought she was someone I could trust, but I was wrong." He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "You're the one I care about. I never expected to feel this way, and it terrifies me."
Hazel felt a tug at her heart, the conflict inside her raging as she searched his eyes for the truth. "How can I trust you after everything?"
"Because I'm here, aren't I?" he replied, his voice earnest. "I came after you. I risked everything for you. I'm willing to fight for us." He paused, his expression softening. "Please, let me show you how serious I am."
Tears threatened to spill again, but this time they were different—tinged with the weight of his confession, the sincerity of his love. "I don't want to be hurt again," she admitted, her voice trembling.
"Neither do I," Christopher said, stepping closer until he was just inches away from her. "But I want to be with you, Hazel. I want to be the person you can rely on."
He reached out, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. "I know I've made mistakes, but I'm ready to change. You deserve someone who will love and protect you, and I want to be that person."
Hazel's heart raced as she absorbed his words. The warmth radiating from him felt inviting, and she longed to believe him. "What if you're wrong? What if I'm just another game to you?"
"I'll prove it," he vowed, his gaze steady. "I'll show you that my feelings are real. You mean everything to me, and I won't let Olivia or anyone else come between us."
As she stood there, caught in the storm of emotions, Hazel felt the pull of his love—a longing for safety, for connection, for a love that could be genuine. Christopher took a step closer, his hand resting gently on her waist. "I can't imagine my life without you, Hazel. I don't want to lose you."
His words resonated deep within her. The truth was, despite the chaos, she felt drawn to him. The way he cared for her, the tenderness in his gaze—it stirred something inside her, something she was terrified to acknowledge.
In that moment, with the storm raging outside and the tension between them palpable, Hazel took a tentative step forward. "If I give you a chance, will you really fight for us?"
Christopher's eyes lit up with hope. "I promise you, Hazel. I will."
With her heart racing and doubts swirling, Hazel felt the walls she had built around herself begin to crack. She wanted to believe him, to embrace the possibility of love, even if it felt like stepping into the unknown.
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Christopher's lips brushed against Hazel's head, the gentle gesture sending a warmth through her that felt both comforting and electrifying. As he trailed kisses from her hairline to her forehead, Hazel closed her eyes, savoring each feather-light touch. She clung to the bedsheet tightly, her heart racing with a mix of anxiety and longing.
His lips moved down to her eyes, and he paused, his breath warm against her skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, the sincerity in his tone making her cheeks flush. She could feel the heat radiating from him, drawing her in even closer.
Then, with a deliberate slowness, Christopher captured her lips with his. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration that sent shivers coursing through her body. "You are so sweet, baby," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and smooth, making her pulse quicken.
The moment hung in the air, charged with unspoken desires. As he deepened the kiss, their lips melded together, soft and tentative, igniting a fire that had been simmering between them. Hazel felt herself melting against him, every worry momentarily forgotten as the world outside faded into nothingness.
Christopher's hands moved to caress her cheeks, his fingers brushing against her skin as he pulled her closer. "My baby..." he murmured again, his voice thick with emotion as he caught her lips in another kiss. This time, it was more fervent, the sweetness evolving into a passionate exchange that ignited the very core of her being.
Hazel found herself responding instinctively, her body leaning into his as she let her eyes flutter open to meet his gaze. In that moment, the boundaries between them began to dissolve. She was swept away by the heat of his kiss, her heart urging her to succumb to the passion that enveloped them both.
As their lips moved together, she felt Christopher's tongue gently graze her bottom lip, teasingly asking for entry. With a hesitant sigh, she opened her mouth slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. The connection ignited a spark inside her, sending waves of warmth coursing through her veins.
They kissed like they were discovering each other for the first time, the intensity building with every brush of their lips. The world around them disappeared, leaving only the rhythm of their hearts and the sweetness of their breaths mingling in the air. Hazel's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she surrendered to the moment.
Her brain, once filled with doubts and fears, quieted as she let the passion take over. Every thought of the chaos outside faded, replaced by the delicious sensations flooding her senses. She reveled in the way he kissed her with such fervor, as if he were trying to convey everything he felt through their lips alone.
Christopher's hands traveled from her cheeks to her waist, holding her tightly as if anchoring them both in this blissful moment. Their kiss deepened further, transforming into a steamy embrace, their mouths moving in perfect harmony. Hazel felt her heart racing, a dizzying combination of excitement and desire as she melted against him.
As they pulled away slightly, both breathless and flushed, Christopher gazed into her eyes, his expression filled with warmth and tenderness. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he confessed softly, brushing his thumb across her cheek.
Hazel could only nod, her heart swelling with emotions that were difficult to articulate. She felt vulnerable yet alive, caught between the sweetness of their connection and the undeniable heat that crackled between them. In that moment, she knew she wanted to explore this newfound intimacy with him, to let go of her fears and embrace the love he offered.
Christopher hovered over Hazel, a playful smile gracing his lips. "Can I?" he asked, his voice low and inviting. Hazel's heart raced as she stared into his captivating blue eyes. Doubt flickered in her mind, but she couldn't ignore the magnetic pull he had on her. She took in every detail of his face: the strong lines of his long nose, the perfect curve of his lips—he resembled a carved Greek god. "How could he not love me?" she wondered, a swirl of emotions overwhelming her.
"Hey, baby... can I make you mine?" he pressed, his gaze locking onto hers, intense and sincere.
"Ye... yes," she finally whispered, her voice trembling with desire and uncertainty. She needed him—his warmth, his presence, the way he made her feel alive. In that moment, the world around them faded, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of unspoken promises and longing.