Episode 15: Apology

Episode 15: Apology

It was in the middle of the night when Leslie found herself creeping into Christopher's room.

She felt like a meerkat as her big eyes looked around, hands folded before her like paws and posture straight.

Her tongue came out and licked her upper lip nervously.

It had been her intention to come and apologize to him earlier for crossing the boundaries and invading his privacy.

Putting herself in his shoes, the woman would have felt mortified if he had seen her naked in that way.

It was too embarrassing to even think about.

She couldn't imagine how he possibly felt.

Though when she thought about it, he really had nothing to be self conscious about.

From the top of his head to the soles of his feet, his body was perfect.

As if he was a pre-planned and detailed creation of God who He put much love into.

A longing sigh left her.

Wasn't he in the top 10% of men that lived in this city? She thought, shocked by the acknowledgment.

No longer letting her mind get consumed by thoughts, Leslie took a deep breath and knocked onto his door.

There was a moment of silence.

Maybe he was asleep...

"Come in."

Her retreating figure froze at the sultry invitation.

All the hairs on the back of her neck stood up because of it.

Her toes wiggled a bit in the bed slippers she was wearing and upon entering, she tried not to wear her heart on her sleeves.

Because in the middle of the bed lay a very relaxed-looking Christopher. He held a book between both hands, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose and freshly washed hair almost covering his eyes. It was the softness of the image which took control of her.

Somehow Leslie felt like she needed to be a part of that perfect picture.

Maybe she wasn't worthy to be on many levels, but she was quick to convince herself otherwise.

"Can I help you?" He asked, his attitude from earlier showing some signs of return.

Something told her she needed to act fast if she didn't want to be kicked out within the next two minutes.

Twisting her hands, Leslie blinked at him.

"I...I just thought I should apologize for what happened earlier. I didn't mean to walk in on you like that. It was my fault for not knocking."

In the slightest motion, his neck angled itself to the side.

He assessed her in silence and she felt her palms begin to sweat.

Being unable to bear it anymore, she whispered. "Can you say something? It really took a lot out of me to come face to face with you after an embarrassing moment like that."

"You were embarrassed?"

His eyes were like sharp lazers.

She flushed at her mistake.

"No! I mean, yes- uh..." Her hand went up to scratch at her head as her forehead formed creases in between. "I figure you'd be more embarrassed than me though. It was your body exhibition after all."

"Nice choice of words."

She almost facepalmed at how much of an event she made it sound like.

"Maybe next time you could make a reservation before disregarding the order of things." He smiled tightly.

She bit down onto her lip, trying to read the emotion in his eyes.

Was he making fun of her or being plain sarcastic?

Christopher sighed at her lost look.

"For the sake of your embarrassment I won't hold a grudge and I'll forgive you. Let's both try and erase that moment from our memories, yes?"

She nodded compliantly.

In hindsight it was cute.

Leslie saw his lips twitch for a second and because of that proof of him actually not being angry at her, she advanced forward.

Her eyes scanned the expanse of his room.

No matter how much she looked at it, the place was the most modern yet humble arrangement her eyes had ever laid themselves on.

Everything about Christopher seemed to be that way.

When her hands reached out to play with the tiny figures on his dresser, he spoke up, startling her. "No one ever told you to not touch others' things?"

Leslie was breathless when she turned around to retort and he was less than a foot away from her.

He hovered over her shoulder, eyes reaching to see what had captured her attention.

Hand reaching to clutch her heart, she looked at him with a scold within her brown eyes. "You scared me."

"Scared is good."

She gave him a pointed look before taking a deep breath.

Intermittently, her eyes were taking him in full detail. He looked so comfortable in a pair of silky pajamas the color of burgundy. There was a matching eyewear hanging on top of his head. He looked like he was ready to embrace dreamland in an overly pristine manner.

Leslie began to wonder if all rich people dressed like he did just to go to bed.

Regardless of the expensive PJ's, it was the most unguarded she had seen him and his blue eyes were soaking in every movement of her face.

Why did she always feel like she was up for inspection around him?

It had her wondering if he wanted to be a detective before falling in love with writing books.

Christoper Wells in a police uniform did sound way too enticing actually.

Her cheeks warmed at the thought.

He noticed, eyes narrowing and she instantly went into a coughing fit.

Indeed, he was too intimidating to handle sometimes.

Even for someone as extroverted as she was.

"They're really pretty," she said after overcoming a choking hazard, totally mesmerized by the little knick knacks.

His eyes followed hers and landed on them.

For some reason, they were more receptive to what she had said. "They are, aren't they?"

"Yeah, to the point that it's hard to believe they could be found in an almost thirty year old's room."

"Don't rush my age," he snapped.

"I said almost didn't I?"

He scowled.

"Did a woman give them to you?"

His eyes found hers to see that she was already gazing at him intently.

A rare feeling of humor settled in as he slowly began to realize something.

"Yes." He answered honestly.

Her eyes flashed a line of anger as she forced a smile.

"An ex?"

Christopher looked to the side and yawned as if he was bored of this conversation.

"It's getting late. Let's call it a night."

Her mouth twisted.

"Are you really tired or is this your way of cruelly leaving me hanging?"

He let out a sound of disbelief.

As if he couldn't believe he had started to entertain a woman like this in his life.

That was exactly what he was thinking.

"Ask me again tomorrow and let's see what I have to say."

"Rubbish answer, Christopher."

He was properly stunned by her sharp jab.

Though not as much as he was by her calling him by his first name.

"Say it again."

"What? Rubbish answer?"

"No, the other part."

Her lips parted, realizing what he meant.

"Christopher," she flushed.

He didn't react outwardly as always but inside there was a hurricane going on.

"Anyway," he cleared his throat.

She watched him with keen eyes that were reflective of her curiosity.

"I need to go to bed and so do you. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I also have important news from Mr. Collin to tell you."

"Why don't you tell me now?"

"It's better to save it for a new day."

"I cannot deal with you!"

"You don't have to," he reminded her and his hand reached out to touch the small of her back in order to usher her out.

He paused, his palms hovering over the spot and she could feel the heat radiating there.

"Good night, Miss Quinn." He bade and began to retract his hand.

She didn't let him off this time, grasping it in one swift motion.

His pupils went still.

"It's Leslie," the woman corrected him, very much annoyed by any ounce of formality between them.

After that kiss in the rain, it was going to take a whirlwind of regrets to have her go back to being in a professional relationship with him again.

He raised a brow at her rectification.

Then, as if something occurred to him, he nodded at her. "Well, Leslie, I'm asking you kindly to leave my bedroom. I need to rest. And I feel like I've gotten the message across to you far too many times that I'm becoming impatient."

She pouted.

Surprised by the act, he looked down at her lips.

His eyes stuttered back and forth as she brought his hand up in front of her. "Do you really want me to go? We could always cuddle, you know."

It was like the idea was so absurd, Christopher was experiencing a culture shock as her lips brushed the base of his hand.

He jerked it away from the indulgent woman before she went the extra mile.

The man was beginning to know her a little better now and knew it was very much possible.

"I..."

His eyes squinted as he was searching for the right words to say and she watched him like a hawk.

"I don't think so," he said and she was shocked when his hands landed on her shoulders and spun her towards the door.

To his horror, she slipped out of his hold and ran towards his bed instead.

Flipping open the covers, Leslie slid inside and rolled herself into a warm cocoon. While looking straight at him, she declared a firm, "I'm not leaving."

His jaw slackened to drop open but he caught himself before that could happen.

Christopher crossed his arms after fixing the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The audacity of this woman, he bristled.

"Leslie." He warned like a professor would.

She huffed and looked away.

"I won't."

Face swelling red, he walked over to the corner of his room and slipped on his slippers and a night coat. "Fine. I'll leave."

In a state of panic, Leslie hopped out of bed.

"Okay, sorry! I won't stay! I was just kidding." She stressed the last word like a petulant child, hating to be ignored and rejected.

Christopher caught it and walked over to her.

He sighed as he held out a hand for her to take.

With a small smile, she accepted it and as he helped her out of the big bed, things took a turn.

Being mischievous as she was, Leslie tugged on his hand with more force than he was using and the man was slow in reacting, landing beside her with a light thud.

Leslie quickly threw the sheet over him, laughing at his stupefied expression.

"I wanna sleep with you."

His jaw definitely reached the floor this time around.

Soon those blue eyes of his raged like a storm. "What do you mean by that, Miss- Leslie?"

"I meant exactly what I said."

Time seemed to stand still between the two of them at that.

At his speechless face, Leslie re-evaluated her tactics and clarified herself. "In the most wholesome form."

Christopher still looked unsettled. With that feeling he was also uncomfortable and newfound irritation was speaking to him in the back of his mind.

It was begging for him to kick her out.

Now.

"Isn't this...isn't this a little bit too fast?" He stuttered, wide eyed as she went further beneath the sheets.

Propping her head beneath her chin, she looked at him sideways.

Did he just stutter?

He has a strange reaction for a man, especially one who always had a pretty woman throwing herself at him.

"Are you a virgin?"

Christopher had never experienced the phenomena of being struck by lightning.

At least not before Leslie asked him such a question.

His brows pulled together and as he looked at her, the confidence she had disappeared and she was suddenly meek to his gaze.

"What?" She whispered self-consciously. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Don't act reserved now after asking something like that. You knew exactly how invasive and disrespectful that question was the moment you rashly asked it."

She felt like he was admonishing her behavior which pricked at her for some reason.

Why was he acting so defensive? Was he truly a virgin?

"I admit I didn't think much before speaking. I'm sorry if that offended you but know that if you were a virgin it doesn't matter. You don't have to look like you want to chew me out."

"I don't." He denied.

"You disregarded the rest of my statement."

His eyes turned to slits.

"You're still indirectly prying."

"Are you a virgin, Christopher?"

This time he looked genuinely done with her.

Without a moment's hesitation, he reached over her which had her heart rate spiking, thinking he was about to prove himself differently.

Much to her disappointment, he took a hold of the sheet and began to roll her body into it.

She gasped.

"What are you doin-"

Her voice became muffled as her face was half covered by the duvet.

Pushing himself out of bed, he came around to her side and lifted her up despite the extra weight of the sheets.

"You're mental!" She yelled at him as he walked out the room and towards her quarters.

Her burrito body hit the bed and he didn't spare her a second glance as he left.

She was sweating while trying to escape.

It took forever and when it finally happened, only one phrase left her liberated mouth.

"Christopher, you jerk!"

A/N:

Hands down my favorite couple to write about. I love the process of unraveling them.

Something Christopher obviously can't relate to 😂.

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