"Will you really leave me for her?"
"Even after everything we've shared?"
As Christian listened to the actress's emotional outburst on screen, he found himself stifling a yawn. Romance without action, just pure drama, wasn't for him, apparently, and he was starting to regret picking this movie solely because it fell under the romance genre.
Why wasn't he simply switching to another movie, then?
Because he was actually there with Eva, sitting in the back of an empty cinema.
She had also booked out the entire venue just for the two of them, a cliche move he had secretly wanted to try himself, only she'd gone and done it first. He naturally didn't mind the gesture, but with his budget, he could also have done it, making him a little regretful.
With more than half of the movie still left, he wasn't sure how he'd endure it. Part of him held a lingering hope that the plot might somehow redeem itself. But when he turned to look at Eva, seeing her fully absorbed in the story, he wondered if the issue wasn't with the movie after all, but with himself, instead. Making it seem unlikely that there would be change.
Watching Eva's eyes fixed intently on the story, Christian felt a mix of emotions. This wasn't the typical awkward atmosphere he'd read about in stories, with accidental hand touches or lingering glances.
Realizing that his expectations had already been let down, he felt disappointment, maybe? Amusement? He wasn't sure. In the end, he simply chose to stay quiet, leaning back into his seat in silence.
But as some time passed, unable to bear the movie any longer, Christian finally reached out with his hand, locking his fingers with Eva's, and seeing her attention still fixed on the screen, a spark of mischief lit up in his mind - he had an idea.
He slowly raised their intertwined hands toward his face, bringing her hand closer to his lips. Just as he placed a gentle kiss on her back hand, Eva's attention finally shifted from the movie to him.
He'd planned to tease her, hoping to catch her off guard. But when her focused expression softened into a mischievous smile, he suddenly felt like he was the one being teased.
Still, he was determined not to back down without a fight. He wouldn't let go of her hand or shy away from this diffiuclt battle.
While Christian maintained a hardened gaze, even a little eager to see what move she would make next, Eva shifted her position slightly, turning to face him more directly, and with her free hand, she reached out to him, holding his other hand.
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"Please, forgive me."
With only the sounds of the conversation in the movie and the now music playing softly in the background, which neither of them gave a mind to now, Eva finally raised Christian's held hand to her cheek.
With a slow movement, she rubbed her soft cheek against his palm first, seemingly savoring the moment. Then, she brought his hand closer, kissing his palm gently.
It was nearly the same move, one on the back of her hand and the other now on his palm, but feeling her soft lips press against his hand, Christian felt flustered, especially with her captivating eyes meeting his in the dim light of the cinema, illuminated only by the soft glow of the screen.
He felt a powerful urge to close the distance and steal a kiss, but he reminded himself of the plans he'd made, to ask her about the so many things that had been weighing on him. He couldn't wait any longer for answers.
So, he held back, refusing to give in to the moment or let his desires, or, more accurately, her quiet temptation, distract him from what needed to be said.
Still, his hand, resting on her cheek even after Eva had let go, defied his intention to pull back. Instead, it lingered there, gently caressing her soft skin. Then, with a quiet boldness, his forefinger dared to trace the curve of her lips, the same lips that had just kissed his palm.
He felt his heart pounding wildly, caught up in the impulse to go further, especially with her cheeks now flushed, a sight he'd never seen before.
As for his own cheeks, which were actually even more flushed? He wasn't even aware of it.
In the end, neither said anything, nor made any further move, and with the awkward yet oddly captivating tension, time slipped by.
The movie finally ended. What the latter half was about, Christian wasn't sure, and if Eva knew, he couldn't be certain either.
Now that the lights had somewhat returned, instead of standing up and leaving, Christian turned to Eva with a serious expression.
He felt that this was the best time, as it was just the two of them in a private setting.
And he really felt that he could no longer hold himself back.
So, having made his resolve already, he finally said,
Christian now locking his gaze with Eva's sky-blue eyes, felt the weight of the moment as she gave him her full attention, and he knew that the time had finally come.
It was the moment when his curiosity would finally be satiated, as this question had lingered in his mind for far too long.
But more than that, arriving at this point. The question of where to start, came to his mind.
He had naturally thought about this point since yesterday, but arriving at this moment felt different. He wanted to start with something not too confronting, something that would give her the opportunity to navigate the conversation, allowing her to understand his intentions without being too direct, like asking, "What is your material state?"
While he naturally wanted to know many things about her, he still held onto the faint hope that she would tell him on her own, after all.