"What are you? Why would anybody enter through this way? Perhaps, are you a fangirl or what? And why do I run into you since morning? Don't tell me that you're a freaking stalker." Christian asked making Hannah disbelieve.
"What do you think of yourself? Huh? Handsome man in the world and the people here are tryna flirt with you?" Hannah asked staring into his soul.
"Quite intriguing, don't you think? Yelling at me after YOU came into the wrong room and YOU humiliating me in front of my fans." He said reminding her where they actually are.
The match was already in progress, the bright indoor lights casted on Christian's face made him glow and look more ethereal. For once in Hannah's life she knew what was love at first sight. He was pale with sweat dripping from his forehead making him more like a Greek god. Completely unaware of her surroundings, she was staring at him.
"Grace? You okay? Han?" Christian asked her with a worried expression.
Nobody called her that. Han? Yeah, nobody called her that after her parents. She was an island unto herself, surrounded by a sea of loneliness. All she have is her deceased parents in the memory. More like she carries the essence of her parents like a cherished melody within her soul.
Christian led her into the equipment room and made her sit with a worried look covering all over his face.
"Grace, what's wrong? Are you alright? Did you get hurt somewhere?" He asked throwing her tons of questions while all she felt was utter loneliness.
"Yeah. I'm good." She said and tried leaving this awkward situation but Christian grabbed her wrist confronting " You don't look good. "
Offended by his behaviour "Why do you care? It doesn't concern you anymore."
"I don't take attitude as an answer" with that he slammed his hands on the either sides and caged her.
Hannah's breath hitched as the distance shortened between them. Christian being himself left no stones unturned, he slowly connects their forehead together and travelled to her nape inhaling the strong scent of vanilla and cedar. As he inhaled her fragrance, it was driving him crazier than he thought. Then he went to her earlobes brushing his lips throughout. He could feel her heart beat rising as the seconds passed. Reaching her blushed pink cheeks, his left hand travelled to her nape giving her tingles everywhere and his right hand travelled to her waist. Entire world seemed to stop as he gave her a soft peck on the cheeks.
As the adrenaline surged through her veins, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the warmth of his tender lips. Each kiss was a whisper of fire against her bare skin, a silent invitation that spoke of desire and longing. Her body responded with a language on its own, an unspoken plea for more, as passion unfolded like a delicate flower in the night.
The thin layer of clothing between them felt like an insurmountable barrier, a gossamer veil taunting their desire. It whispered of intimacy yet withheld its embrace, a delicate yet formidable boundary that heightened their longing and set their hearts aflame.
Knowing the consequences, Christian stopped what he was doing and stared deep into her soul wanting her response.
Hannah looked into his blue eyes as if yearning more of his touches but it was forbidden love, indicating him that he should stop what he was doing to her.
"I should leave" she said while he let her go.