**Chapter 10: First Kiss**

The tension between them had been building for what felt like an eternity. Michelle could feel it humming in the air, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with its own rhythm. She had tried to ignore it, to pretend that it didn't exist, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Christian was waiting for her to crack. As she stood in her room, her heart racing with anticipation, Michelle couldn't help but wonder what Christian had planned for her. She had seen the way he looked at her, the way his eyes seemed to bore into her soul, and she knew that she was in trouble. The door to her room creaked open, and Christian walked in, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I see you're still thinking about our conversation," he said, his voice low and husky. "I can almost see the wheels turning in your head." Michelle felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she met his gaze. She had been thinking about him, about the way he made her feel, and the way he seemed to challenge her at every turn. "I don't know what you're trying to do, Christian," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think you're just trying to confuse me." He chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Maybe I am," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "But maybe I'm just trying to get you to see me, really see me, for who I am." Michelle felt a surge of anger at his words. She didn't want to see him, didn't want to know what made him tick. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something there that gave her pause. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Michelle felt like she was drowning in Christian's gaze, like she was being pulled under by a riptide of emotions. And then, without warning, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. The touch sent shivers down her spine, and Michelle felt like she was melting into his eyes. Christian's fingers grazed her skin, sending a spark of electricity through her body. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he leaned in, his lips inches from hers. "Don't think you can escape me that easily," Christian whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "I'll be back, and next time, I won't be so gentle." Michelle's heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze. She knew she should be afraid of him, of his power and control. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something there, something that made her wonder if she was in over her head. Christian's lips crashed down on hers, and Michelle felt like she was drowning in a sea of emotions. The kiss was like a tidal wave, sweeping her up and carrying her away on a tide of passion and desire. She tried to push him away, to resist the pull of his lips, but Christian was too strong. He held her close, his arms wrapping around her like a vice, and deepened the kiss. Michelle felt like she was melting into him, like she was becoming a part of him. She tasted the sweetness of his lips, the roughness of his tongue, and she knew that she was lost. As they broke apart for air, Michelle gasped, her lungs burning with desire. She looked up at Christian, her eyes searching for answers, and saw something there that made her heart skip a beat. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. And then, without warning, Christian leaned in and kissed her again. This time, the kiss was softer, gentler, but no less intense. Michelle felt like she was drowning in a sea of emotions, like she was being pulled under by a riptide of passion and desire. As they broke apart again, Michelle knew that she was in trouble. She had crossed a line, a line that she couldn't uncross. And she knew that Christian would be there, waiting for her, every step of the way.