Chris was talking about his work and how he hasn't used his house for very long, Susan listening and contributing, they flowed well.
"I just find it scary lately to sleep alone, even though my sleep time is morning time but it's just scary" she said, she felt her past was coming back, she always has that fear when she gets too comfortable and she was very comfortable.
Chris dropped her off and went to his, he had thought of what she said and got out of bed, he packed a bag and called his PA to inform him of his whereabouts before driving to her place.
Susan sat on her couch, it's around 4am and she had distracted herself with her TV but a knock made her quickly turn it off, she stared at the door in fear for few seconds.
"Who's there?" Her voice was a whisper.
"Chris" she relaxed and went to get the door, she noticed his suitcase instantly and frowned.
"What are you doing?" She asked but got no reply, he just walked into the living room and found the bedroom himself, leaving her stunned, she shut the door and waited.
He came without his suitcase and looked at her, tucking his hand in his sweatpants.
"I can take the couch" he offered, she looked at the couch then at him, it's definitely too small for him.
"I don't mind sharing the bed but if you try to take advantage, I will be the next inspiration for the next crime series and it will be banned in 30 countries because of its horror" she warned and he stepped closer to her.
"You, talk too much" he commented before kissing her on the cheeks.
Susan figured he was there because she said she was scared to sleep, his PA showing up for work at her small place had her flushed but Chris seems to not care and had him drop her off at sweets. It felt like they built a home and even though it was 3 days, Susan looked forward to going back home.
On his last night at her place, he pulled her closer to him on the bed.
"It's less scary when we sleep together "he mumbled and kissed her hair, she held back tears as he confirmed her suspicion, he really came to her crappy place because she was scared, she turned to him.
"What are you scared of?" She whispered and he looked down at her.
"Not having you" he whispered and a lump formed in her throat.
"What do you want from me?" Her voiced cracked and a tear slipped, he sat up and she did too.
"Be nicer to me" he mumbled and she laughed, then leaned in and kissed him slowly before pulling away, her lips grazing his.
"I am trying to get you away from me" she whispered against his lips, he kissed her slowly.
"It's not going to work" he murmured earning another chuckle from her, she sniffed and moved closer to him, nodding in agreement, it's like they both can feel their want for each other, like the barrier she put up broke and every pent-up emotion attacked them at once.
"Remind me again why it's not going to work" her voice was low.
"You attract jerks and I am the biggest jerk out there" he mumbled and she laughed, finally crawling into his lap and straddling him, her head falling into the croak of his neck.
"No, not that" she whispered, before running her tongue along his neck, his hand on her waist tightened and he tilt his head to the side to give her more space.
"What then?" He groaned as she worked her waist grinding against his hard on. She pulled away from the hickey she was giving him and slowly very lightly rub her lips against his.
"I think you know" she whispered against his lips, his heavy eyes found hers and he shook his head, biting his lip, trying not to moan as she worked her waist.
"I don't "his voice was husky and she grinned.
"Let me remind you then" she moved away from him a bit and took off her oversized top, his breathe hitched, her perfect boobs in his face, she was really going to be the death of him, his eyes found hers again, she gave him a seductive smile, his hand slowly ran the length of her waist then stopped under her boobs, his lips moved over her in teasing feather like touch before he took her in his mouth, her moan and grip on his hair reminding him just how much control she had on him, but he wasn't letting her win this time, he flipped them over, catching her off guard, her eyes snapped open and met his.
"Let me explain in details why I need to stay next to you" he whispered before worshipping every inch of her body, unravelling her resolve into a straight strip of desire, a desire only for him.
When morning came, Susan stumbled out of bed groggy, ready to drag herself to work. But the smell of food pulled her toward the kitchen.
There he was. Shirtless. Cooking in her cramped little space like he'd always belonged there.
Her breath caught. He glanced up, eyes lighting at the sight of her.
And for the first time, Susan let herself imagine that maybe just maybe she could stop fighting him.