Christian held his arm out to help me off the ground. I happily accepted, only to be pulled into his one-armed embrace as soon as I stood up.
He looked directly into my eyes as he took a drag of his cigarette. His deep blue eyes pierced through me, as if looking directly into my soul.
I couldn't read his expression, but I was happy. Simply being by his side brought me an inexplicable sense of happiness.
Outside of feeling alive, he gave me a sense of safety and comfort. I knew that no matter what kind of problem presented before us, he would take care of it.
I took a deep breath, inhaling Christian's unique musky scent mixed with the cigarette smoke. I've always hated the smell of cigarettes, but for some reason, I loved it when it was on him.
He pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear before leaning over to press his lips against mine, instantly sending butterflies to my stomach.
After he pulled away, he reached out to hold my hand.
