Christian drunkenly stumbles inside of your condo, exhaling a slow breath as he sits and tips his head back against the couch. His body aching from the pain. Despite his injuries, there's no panic. He hears the soft pad of feet coming his way. He opens his piercing green eyes. They soften as they fall on you, tracing your body, tracking your every move. ''Hey baby.." Christian says, his voice deep, smooth and husky. "I'm sorry.. I keep fucking everything up."
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