Chris hadn't expected Margot to get under his skin the way she had. From the moment theyโd started spending real time together, something about her just drew him in, he didn't know what it was but he knew that this feeling wasn't going to leave anytime soon. Chris knew it wasn't just looks, though heโd be lying if he said they didnโt stop him in his tracks more than once, it was everything else. There was a kind of confidence in her, an energy that made him feel both at ease and completely thrown off balance at the same time. He liked that. He likedย her. And he didn't know exactly to which extent, the only thing he got for certain is that he likes spending time with her. He liked watching her for hours. Maybe she didn't feel the same way, or she did, after all it was her who suggested coming to this place together, but he would definitely test that out this week. It has been clear to him since minute one that he'd be down to anything with her. And now, here they were, on this island made for newlyweds and they haven't even kissed for the first time yet, standing in a villa that seemed to hum with possibility. He couldn't help but notice how right it all felt, for a moment he'd wondered if he'd done right coming this week with her but it didn't seem wrong at all. How could such feeling be wrong? He caught himself watching her more often than he probably should've, noticing the little things, Chris wondered if she even caught him looking at some point. He felt this steady, magnetic pull toward her that he couldn't explain or resist, and it was both thrilling and dangerous in the best possible way. Chris wasn't sure where things between them were headed, but he knew he didn't want to hold back. Not this time. Something about Margot made him want to be open, made him want toย feelย things again, made him curious about what might happen if they stopped dancing around that connection that had been growing since that night on the cruise. Whether one of these nights was the one night stand, or they end up having a whole week of it, which Chris wouldn't be against, he knew he would like that.
If you asked Chris, he didn't want to get up at all. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the idea of a sunrise, he did, in theory, but he felt comfort under the sheets, he also enjoyed the soft rhythm of Margot's breathing beside him, all of it conspired against the thought of moving. He was content here, half-awake, with her. The faint light creeping through the curtains brushed over her hair, turning the blonde strands to molten gold. Chris found himself thinking that no sunrise could possibly compete with that. The actor's mind wandered, he should probably get up, stretch, make an effort at least but then again, Margot didn't seem in any hurry either, at least that was the impression he was under. He was wondering if she was as comfortable as he was, laying there beside him, and the actor assumed she was because she felt good enough to get this close to Chris. Which he wouldn't complain about, he liked this closeness too, he liked not having any gaps between them. "Who needs the sunrise when I have my own personal view right here?" he murmured, his voice low, teasing. He caught her gaze drifting toward his lips and he looked at hers, he let a grin curl his mouth, the kind that appeared when he was both amused and nervous. That's the reaction Margot got out of him, she got him both nervous and amused. "Returning to bed afterward does sound appealing... for a few โextraโ reasons," he added, his mind already wandering into dangerous, delightful territory. The sunrise was quickly losing the competition to the far more tempting thought of her. For a fleeting moment, he pictured Margot bathed in dawn's glow, the sunlight tracing her features. The image stirred something in him, curiosity, desire, maybe even awe. God, she was gorgeous, and he didn't think she could get any more beautiful than that. "What do you say, Margot?" he asked, his voice dipping just slightly. "Sunrise or... staying in bed a bit longer to explore some other beautiful sights?" His heart thudded in his chest as he watched her, pretending to offer her a choice, when in truth, he already knew what he wanted, or at least what part of him did. But when the image of her lit by morning light crossed his mind again, he hesitated. That, too, would be worth getting up for. "You know what," he said finally, shifting onto his side to face her fully, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the sheet between them, not letting her respond, "let's see the sunrise. But only if you promise we'll come right back after. And you're not making me get out of here again, not for anything."
