Chapter 4

Once they entered the lift of Neveah's apartment complex, Chann (who hadn't let go of Neveah at all) pushed Neveah against the elevator wall and kissed her.

Neveah gripped his biceps, moaning as Chann licked into her mouth. She could feel the smooth muscle of Chann's biceps tensing underneath her fingers, and Neveah wanted nothing but to take off Chann's stupid leather jacket (and the rest of his clothes, really) so she could feel his smooth skin on hers.

Once they arrived at her floor, it took all Neveah's might for her to break the kiss and move away from Chann's tempting lips. Chann looked at her disappointedly; his lips were set into a slight pout that melted Neveah's heart.

"We're on my floor," Neveah breathed.

Chann looked behind her, and with one quick tug, he pulled Neveah out of the lift, walking swiftly towards her apartment door. Neveah was shocked that the male knew precisely where he was going, considering he had only been at Neveah's place once a week ago.

Neveah snapped out of her thoughts as they reached her door. She quickly pulled out her keys, fumbling even more than she had the week before. Chann stood beside her so quietly that Neveah had forgotten he was there for a second.

Neveah was quickly reminded of Chann's presence when she was softly pushed inside the apartment, once she'd managed to open the stupid door, and pressed against the now-closed door. Her eyes widened at Chann's sudden aggressiveness, and heat pooled in her gut.

Neveah held her breath while waiting for Chann to make the first move. Chann was holding Neveah by the hips, loose enough that it didn't hurt too much but tight enough to likely leave finger-shaped marks on Neveah's hips the next day.

Chann didn't move, instead choosing to gaze at Neveah with a look that left her feeling winded.

Chann's gaze almost looked like it held nothing but....love. He stared at Neveah like she was the most beautiful creature in existence, like just looking at her wasn't enough for him. Neveah's neck throbbed almost reassuringly, and she felt herself completely relax and give in to Chann as he leaned in, nosing at her neck slowly and carefully.

"Your scent is beautiful," Chann whispered, kissing Neveah's neck. Neveah shivered.

"It's Chanel," Neveah said, instantly regretting it when Chann looked up at her with laughter in his eyes.

"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about your scent," Chann looked at her pointedly.

Neveah paused, her heart racing. Chann glanced down as if he could hear it.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" She finally asked.

Chann cocked his head to the side. Neveah thought it was the most endearing thing in the world.

"Do you want me to?" Chann asked, a teasing edge in his voice.

"I mean, yeah, obviously, unless you'd rather just sit and talk, which I'm totally down for, but-"

Neveah was cut off as Chann kissed her while grabbing her ass and hoisting her into his arms. Neveah yelped, automatically wrapping her legs around him as she was carried into her bedroom.

Chann swiftly but gently laid Neveah down on the bed, climbing on top of her immediately afterwards, instantly going for Neveah's neck. Neveah moaned, arching her back as Chann kissed and licked her neck while fondling Neveah's breasts through her thin shirt. Neveah grasped the lapels of Chann's leather jacket, pushing at them to get the jacket off of him.

Chann quickly sat up, took off the jacket and his shirt, and discarded both items on the floor. Neveah bit her lip as her eyes roamed from Chann's face to his neck, broad shoulders, and finally to his well-defined stomach. Chann noticed where her gaze was directed and smirked.

"You'd think this was the first time you saw them," Chann said, cocking his head in the same way he had before, making him look so fucking endearing yet again, even though he was half-naked and on top of Neveah.

She reached up to run her hands across Chann's stomach, feeling him flex underneath her fingers. Chann leaned down, slotting his lips against hers.

This kiss was different. Their previous kisses had been rushed, filled with lust and want. But this kiss...was gentle, slow and sweet.

Chann slowly licked into Neveah's mouth, reaching up to caress her face as he slowly started to grind against Neveah. Neveah groaned, arching up and searching for more friction because it wasn't enough. She felt overwhelmed by every part of her body that touched hers, and she needed more, more, more…

Golden eyes gazed into hers; it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

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Neveah's eyes swiftly flew open. She looked at her alarm clock. The time was 5:17 am.

Neveah felt someone stir next to her, and she felt a pair of strong arms tighten around her. Chann.

"Go to bed, Nev," Neveah heard him whisper.

Neveah fell back asleep.

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The next time Neveah woke up, it was ten in the morning, and she was alone. Neveah felt her heart sink at the fact that Chann had left again. He hadn't even said goodbye. Maybe she'd thought too deeply into what they had and what they were: a one-night-stand turned into two. Nothing more, nothing less.

So why did the thought of not seeing Chann again make her heart sting?

She sighed, standing up and rubbing her eyes. Chann had at least been kind enough to put a shirt and a pair of shorts on Neveah before he had left.

Neveah stretched while walking to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. She wouldn't think about Chann and his brown eyes, nor would she think about the fact that last night had felt like they were two lovers who knew exactly where and when to touch. She wouldn't think about the way he'd looked at her like she was the most beautiful person in the world, the overwhelming feeling whenever his lips even grazed her neck, the way a comforting warmth would spread through her veins whenever–

She stopped dead in her tracks once she saw her kitchen.

Because there stood Chann looking at home while pouring scrambled eggs onto a plate, wearing nothing but his jeans.

"Um..."

Chann turned at the sound of Neveah's voice. His face split into a grin, and Neveah sucked in a breath. It was the first time she'd seen Chann smile so big, and his smile was way too adorable for someone who was so dominating and intimidating in every other interaction they'd had. His nose crinkled slightly as a dimple appeared on his cheeks. Neveah thought it was one of the cutest things she'd ever seen.

"Good morning," Chann greeted.

"Uh....what are you doing?" Neveah asked, dumbfounded. It wasn't every day a cute guy she'd hooked up with cooked her breakfast the next day.

Chann chuckled. "Making you breakfast," He indicated to the scrambled eggs and the stove, which currently had a pan containing bacon sitting on top of it.

Neveah blinked slowly. "Why?"

Chann blinked slowly back at her.

"Um...do you not want me to? I'm sorry—I just thought—Rena always told me that I'm too forward, I can leave if you want me to—"

Chann stopped talking at the sound of Neveah's laughter.

"Did I say something funny?" Chann asked, confused.

Neveah forced herself to stop laughing. However, the goofy grin remained plastered on her face. "No...no. It's just that you're so....different."

"Different?" Chann echoed, confused.

"Yeah...like last night, you were so..." Neveah shivered, remembering how incredible last night had been.

"I was so what?" Chann asked genuinely.

"..Dominant? Commanding? Intimidating? Like, a sex god. And now you're the most adorably awkward thing."

Chann frowned, hastily defending himself. "I'm not adorable. Or awkward. I'm just more...confident when it's night-time."

"Why's that?" Neveah asked, walking into the kitchen and leaning against the counter.

"Because I'm-" Chann caught himself, quickly shutting his mouth.

"You're what?" Neveah asked, curious.

Chann shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm a night person."

Neveah nodded, choosing not to delve deeper into what he meant by that. Instead, Neveah peered behind the male's back at the plate of scrambled eggs.

"Now, how did you know scrambled eggs were my favourite?"