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Almost Too Good (A Chris Evans Story): Part 21 - 3/3

A/N: I’M NOT DEAD! After months of saving, I finally invested in a new laptop and FINALLY this chapter is here. It turned out longer than I expected but I knew I had a lot to wrap up in it. Wow-ee, the love I received on my last post was beyond overwhelming and I appreciate it so very much, thank you, thank you, a million times thank you!

For anyone who is still here for this almost two year old story where the characters are still stuck back in 2016 because I’m trash, thank you! I hope you enjoy this chapter! Only one more to go! </3

There was a quaint balcony area that overlooked the gardens of the venue and whilst most took the space as an opportunity to sneak a crafty cigarette, I managed to find a small little bench away from everyone to just unwind. The sounds of LA’s distant sirens drowned out the low hum from the music inside; save for when it was freed every time someone passed in and out of the doors.

I rested my palm on my ribcage - silently cursing myself for picking such a tight dress. God, I could barely breathe in this thing.

It’d been a few minutes and the air was beginning to bite at my bare skin, but I still couldn’t bring myself to move back inside. My thoughts were all but consumed by flashbacks to that night and all it entailed; the excitement that lay within my stomach as anticipation grew at surprising Alex, the deathly silence of our apartment that ultimately drew me to look for him, the turning of the bedroom doorknob and the horror’s that lay behind it…

I shut my eyes and breathed the crisp, night air deeply. In through the nose and out through the mouth until I felt calm again.

I let my eyes flutter open and willingly allowed myself to be distracted by my surroundings.

No more than ten feet in front of me, I could see David Spade and his much younger date cracking up at a story that Sarah Silverman and Michael Sheen were telling; all four puffing away on cigarettes. They all looked so happy and relaxed in each other’s company, all of them having a seemingly great night.

Childishly, I pouted just looking at them. It seemed unfair.

Why was I out here being miserable whilst everyone else around me had a good time? It was exhausting to think of the countless hours of my life I had wasted on wracking my brains and feebly attempting to discover what was wrong with me; what I could’ve possibly done to deserve such a disservice in life at the hands of someone who swore that they “loved” me.

In front of me, Sarah had perched her head on Michael’s shoulder and it was then that I noticed something different about her. She wasn’t her like public persona at all in private. Instead, she was mellow and cuddly and doing everything in her power to get closer to Michael without it being over the top.

She was in love.

I sighed to myself. God, I was so good at dwelling on the bad. Yes, I was mad about the events of today but apparently that’s all I was capable of. From the moment I had arrived in LA today, all the way up until now, it just seemed like punch after punch.

But, realistically, tonight wasn’t supposed to be about what Alex did to me; or to “her” for that matter.

It was supposed to be about Chris. Sweet, adorable, sometimes clueless, Chris. The man who had unwittingly taken my broken little heart and sewed it back together again and made it feel better than it ever had.

It was supposed to be about how, despite my glaringly obvious insecurities, Chris was still out here introducing me to the people he surrounded himself with every day and the people he respected the most in life.

It was supposed to be about basking in his company after a month long absence and dreaming about never letting it go again.

Shutting my eyes once more, I melted into the familiar warmth that visions of Chris often brought me. I knew that the longer I was out here, the more he would start to worry and naturally start to look for me.

Taking a moment or two to centre myself, I eventually opened my eyes and leapt a little in my seat; letting out an involuntary yelp in the process.

Staring ahead, I immediately wished I could shut the world out again and go back to the happy place I had just created because, just my luck, there “she” was again; that devil red dress hugging those irresistible curves - that tumbling brown hair and those captivating hazel eyes just staring at me.

I slowly pressed my palms against the stone of the bench under me; clutching so hard, it wouldn’t surprise me if I drew blood. Pushing myself up, I waited until the very last second to raise my head and acknowledge that I was now standing level with her.

I didn’t say a word, choosing to give her a “What? What more could you possibly want with me?” look.

To my complete astonishment, however, it was Chelsea who quickly initiated the first steps of conversation. ‘Hi… Adrian.’

Instinctively, I crossed my arms and remained silent. I didn’t want to “talk” to her; not now, not ever. All I really wanted to do was push past her and go back inside and be with Chris and do everything in my power to keep him from her and her man-eating ways. However immature that seemed, I didn’t care.

Chelsea nodded her head lightly and drew her lips into a nervous thin smile as she accepted my reaction as fair. So she should.

We stood there awkwardly for another few seconds as she attempted to work out what to say next, her hands giving away her worries. Curiously, her next move was to take another step towards me and speak out in a low voice.

‘I’m not here to cause a scene,’ she began, briefly looking over her shoulder to check nobody was eavesdropping, ‘I just really wanted to talk to you.’

I stood there staring at her, wary of what she would have to say to me and wishing I was anywhere else but here. Most of all, still really, really not wanting to talk to her.

Chelsea signalled back towards the bench, insinuating that we both take a seat. I looked back and forth between her and the bench before going against my better judgement and perching myself on the very edge of it; still annoyed. Still wary. The sass in my leg cross as I sat down sent shock-waves, I was sure of it.

‘I really don’t know how to put into words everything I want to say to you exactly, and I’m so appreciative of you hearing me out. So, I guess I’ll just start with… I’m sorry.’

You know what, bitch I-… oh.

‘I know you’ve probably spent the last two years hating me because, funnily enough, so have I.’ She continued, shuffling towards me a little, her face solemn. ‘And-and I know this sounds like complete horseshit, believe me I know, but I’m really not that kind of girl Adrian. I don’t go around stealing people’s boyfriends or-or ruining relationships for fun. That isn’t who I am.’

… oh.

‘Alex had me under the impression that you guys weren’t on good terms, going through a separation, that you’d moved out…’ She listed, her voice growing more desperate with every syllable she uttered. ‘God, Adrian, I would have NEVER gone there if I knew the truth.’

My silence wasn’t by choice anymore, I was truly taken aback at her words. Obviously, I would never know if there was actual truth to them. I didn’t know her. We were never formally introduced before I caught her naked in my bed with my ex-boyfriend. I didn’t know what kind of person she was and whether or not she was just saying all of this to make herself feel better or if she really was sorry.

My train of thought soon overpowered her nasally voice and I found myself tuning out; only ever picking out little notes of audio in an otherwise soundless head space.

‘I always hoped I would run into you so that I could explain…’

‘I ended it that very second after you walked out!’

‘…and, more than anything, I’m sorry you lost Alex over it.’

‘Oh.’ That last one was audible on my part. Her final words had hit me like a train.

You know, it’s strange. As much as that night had haunted me, the lessons I’d learnt over the past few months had taught me that… it was never about losing Alex.

It was about losing myself.

Yes, I was left completely heartbroken by the situation, but not from “losing Alex”. I didn’t miss him. I didn’t crave him or what we had. I spent six years years with the guy, and it borderline scared me how, in so many ways, the few months I’d spent with Chris fulfilled me more than any length of time I’d ever spent with Alex.

And that was the revelation of the century for me.

So, right there and then, on a bench, in the middle of Los Angeles, at an event with a bunch of familiar strangers, I let go of the past that I had let run my life for so long. I sent a grateful Chelsea off with the promise of keeping the deed she had done to myself and with a safe mind frame that none of her new co-stars would know about what she had done to me.

Was it too nice of me? Probably. But I was too tired to keep this charade going. I had finally had my epiphany moment.

As Chelsea walked away, I noticed someone brush past her as they exited through the door. I was quickly joined by another presence, one that clasped their hands together and draped them over the side of the balcony and sighed heavily.

‘You sure you’re alright?’ Chris frowned, ‘I feel like there’s somethin’ you’re not telling me here.’

‘Everything’s fine, Evans. I was actually just about to come back inside.’ I insisted, rubbing his hand on the wall. ‘I’m just a little tired, that’s all. It’s been a long day, what with the flight and everything…’

‘You wanna go?’ He offered immediately, ‘I can call for the car?’

‘No, that’s okay. I’m happy to stay for a little longer,’ I smiled, touched at his thoughtfulness, ‘the fresh air has helped a lot.’

‘If you’re sure. Let me know if you change your mind, ‘kay?’

I nodded and Chris flashed me that trademark goofy smile before leaning in for a kiss.

Now more than ever, I wanted a kiss so badly. I wanted to be reassured and cuddled and desired. But I had to remind him that touching me was a privilege, not a right. And earlier, at his house, he’d fucked up. So, to my complete displeasure, I dodged his kiss and gave him cheek instead.

What made me laugh was Chris’ quick acceptance of it too, albeit with a deep sigh. ‘I’m still in trouble, huh?’

‘Oh yeah. Deep, deep, trouble.’ I teased, laying a small kiss on his cheek and accepting his outstretched arm to wander back inside.

On our way in, I clocked Sarah and Michael again and smiled; squeezing Chris’ arm a little tighter in contentment.

I stumbled up the hall, attempting to take my shoes off as I went. I could hear Chris start to converse with Dodger in the living room, trying his best to excite him about going to pee in the backyard instead of an actual walk.

Oof, it’d been a long night.

After much fiddling, I managed to zip my dress down to the bottom of my back before ultimately deciding to just let it sit there until I could hang it up properly. In the mean time, I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out the boxes for my jewellery and set them down on Chris’ dresser.

After only a brief moment of solitude, the click of the bedroom door shutting resounded in the silence and I subtly peeked behind to see Chris begin to take his suit jacket off and roll up his shirt sleeves.

‘So, about earlier…’ He started, drawing closer. For a brief moment, my “subtle peeking” had turned to staring as I watched his fingers roll the fabric up his arms.

‘What about it?’ I replied knowingly, turning around and returning my attention to the jewellery.

Within seconds, Chris’ chest was dangerously close to my back, but not quite enough that we were touching.

Determined to not be distracted, I continued to face away and take my rings off; despite the fact that his cologne was now filling my nostrils with it’s pleasing scent. As gently as I could, I took a deep inhale and closed my eyes.

Don’t give in, Adrian…

… Not yet, at least.

‘I really don’t know what I can say to make it up to you,’ Chris’ voice vibrated behind me, catching me off guard despite his closeness, ‘except for, I’m an idiot. And I’m sorry. Truly, very, sorry Adrian.’

I shivered slightly as the tips of his fingers barely grazed themselves over the strap of my dress. The last ring of mine came off with a thud as it landed down onto the others.

Still with only the slightest of touches, his fingers danced their way down the exposed track of my undone zip until they reached the middle of my back, where they walked forward. Now under the fabric, Chris laid his palm out flat on my rib-cage and ever so gently tugged me back.

Bending his neck, his breath enveloped my ear, ‘So, with that that being said. What if I told you, I’m willing to do anything to make this up to you?’

I felt my stomach star to pool as my eyes rolled back at the sensation of his tender touch, my voice now mimicking my shaky limbs.

‘Don’t say that…’

‘Why not?’ He feigned, his lips resting above my pulse point.

‘Because, you’re making me weak.’ I confessed with a croaky little laugh before lazily laying my own hand over the one hidden in my dress.

‘Oh yeah?’ He whispered, a smirk clearly beginning to creep in as he finally rested a kiss on my neck.

I reached behind with my free hand and let my nails brush through his hair; my fingers eventually latching onto a tuft as he nuzzled my own hair out of the way.

But just before I would allow myself to melt into him fully, I had to be serious for a second. Stopping my strokes suddenly, I breathed in and warned him, ‘If you ever answer your phone during sex again, then rest assured, we will never have sex again.’ I cocked my brow and looked back at him, deliberately making eye contact. ‘Got it?’

‘Roger that.’ Chris nodded hastily, his beard rubbing my hair as he did so. ‘Won’t happen again, ma’am. I promise.’

‘Good.’ I lowered my eyebrow and let my eyes drift down to his lips. ‘Then you can kiss me now.’

‘Thank God for that.’ Twisting me in his arms, he clasped my hips and pressed a deep kiss down onto my lips. Total ecstasy.

Even the balls of my feet felt tingly as I struggled to stay upright. Sadly, my muscles were tired from a long day of travelling and a long night of socialising; topped off, of course, with the emotional strain of confronting one’s past.

Truthfully, as enticing as Chris was being, all I wanted to do right now was flop somewhere.

‘You know, if you really, really, realllyy, wanted to make it up to me…’ I schmoozed, pulling away slightly as his mouth went for my neck, ‘you could… rub my shoulders for me?’

Chris broke out into a grin, I could feel it against my neck, before he rose his head in amusement at our broken moment of intimacy. I let my chin hit my shoulder as I did my best to entice him into massaging me; rolling my hands along his torso. ‘Pllleeeaaassseee?’

Cracking up at my campaign, he eventually relented and gently lay a kiss on my lips. ‘Sure thing, Warner.’

One borrowed t-shirt and a quick brush of the teeth later, I was positioning myself on the bed. I hopped up on my knees and pulled my hair forward over my shoulders. I’d only really gained the privilege of resting on the balls of my feet back recently - my butt bruise hadn’t felt like healing as quickly as the rest of my body.

Chris started with my shoulders, rubbing them as gently as his strong physique would allow. Occasionally, he’d lay a kiss on the back of my neck after he’d finished with a certain spot. Oh God, that felt good.

Slowly but surely, I could feel myself start to lean back into his chest. He was doing these hand compression's on my forearms and I felt like I had never been more relaxed in my entire life.

My eyes started to slowly shut as I inhaled deeply, completely basking in the moment. There really was nowhere I’d rather be in the world than right here, right now, with my Evans.

(Being massaged like this helped too, I suppose…)

When I opened them again, my body jolted upwards at the sight of the dark room, lit only by the peeking moonlight shining through the cracks in the blinds. As my eyes adjusted I noticed that I was now at the head of the bed, under the covers. I looked over to my left and saw Chris fast asleep, the blankets rising and falling on his chest as he snoozed away alongside me.

God, that was quite the massage… Had I really fallen asleep?

The little clock on Chris’ bedside table read 3:02AM, so I did my best to settle back down and get some more sleep. The problem was the more I tried, the more I failed. Miserably. I tossed and turned, my mind now suddenly full of energy despite my body’s obvious exhaustion.

After forty minutes of staring at the ceiling and willing sleep to come, I quietly crawled out of bed and headed for the kitchen; the little pitter patter of tiny paws on the hard wood signalling that I was being followed.

Turning only a side lamp on, I padded over to Chris’ fridge and prayed he had something in there that would help me fall back asleep. Normally, when I was back home in New York, I would combat insomnia or any kind of problem I was dealing with by doing some therapeutic baking.

Peering in, I could see he had lots of bottled water, lots of raw fruit and veggies, lots of pre-made meals for the week. Lots of boring things, I sighed. I pulled out some almond milk and decided to pour myself a glass.

Sitting beside the fridge, Dodger turned his head and looked at me like I had lost the plot. And maybe I had.

I was so clearly lying to myself about why I couldn’t sleep that it was borderline embarrassing. My talk with Chelsea earlier had confirmed something deep within me that I hadn’t properly addressed up until now.

That my feelings for Chris were far more than I was letting even myself believe.

I wandered over to the couch and turned the TV on, making sure to press the mute button. An old Home Improvement re-run was on. I stared at it absent-mindedly as my mind raced at a hundred miles an hour.

Sure, these “feelings” were all well and good but Chris had a film career, like myself, that we had to take into consideration. I didn’t care for the month we had spent apart over the holidays and now I was faced with the prospect of being separated from him for three whole months while he went off to film Avengers.

And then, there was the torturous fact that we probably hadn’t actually been together long enough to warrant these feelings. I would be setting myself up for disappointment if I allowed myself to believe that Chris felt the same as me. Clearly, no matter how sorry he was or how compulsory it had been, he still answered that call yesterday. He still felt the importance of his career.

I was probably only a moment or two away from ripping some hair out when the light in the hall came on.

Squinting at me with one eye, doing his very best to adjust to the dim lighting, Chris looked around before wandering over and taking a seat next to me.

‘Hey.’ His voice was heavy, almost croaky. ‘It’s 4am. I thought you were tired?’

‘I was, I just… woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep in the end.’ I replied gently, reaching across and trailing a hand down his face; my fingers tingling lightly as they brushed against the hairs of his beard. ‘Go back to bed.’

His head buried itself into my shoulder and he leaned his weight against me slightly as his arms wrapped around my rib-cage and attempted to coax me up off of the seat. ‘I like it better when you’re in it.’ Chris stated, making me swoon entirely.

When it was clear I wasn’t going anywhere, he silently relented and instead laid himself out on the couch and placed his head in my lap and shut his eyes. My hand instinctively began petting his hair and I was entirely enamoured by how handsome he truly was, even at four in the morning.

We shared an intimate moment of silence in which nothing seemed to exist but a sleepy Chris and a caring Adrian.

I don’t know what possessed me to open my mouth again but I did.

‘Chris?’

‘Mm?’ He moaned, his eyes still shut.

‘Remember earlier, when we were out on that balcony? And I said, “everything’s fine” with me?’

‘Mhm.’

‘It wasn’t fine.’

‘Rghh, didn’t think so.’ He reluctantly pulled himself up and stretched. Attempting to wake up somewhat, he patted my leg and yawned. ‘Alright, talk to me.’

‘I’m kind of scared to.’ I confessed meekly.

‘Why?’ Chris replied, looking only slightly offended. ‘You can tell me anything, Warner. I’m not gonna judge you.’

He didn’t need to say it twice. It came out like word vomit; my brain unexpectedly deciding to just purge itself of all bad memories. Alex, the seriousness of our relationship, the warnings from his female friend, the cheating episode. I was so proud of myself that I managed to keep a lid on my emotions and didn’t cry through any of my “tormented past” spiel.

‘… it’s like, the aftermath of all that crap has bled into our relationship far too many times and I don’t want it to be that way anymore. I don’t want this dark, stupid cloud hanging over me anymore. I just want to be Chris and Adrian.’ Suddenly I wasn’t so proud. The muscles in my lower lip began to quiver and the cracks began to appear in my voice. ‘Most of all, I just don’t want to be sad anymore because,’ (Oh no. No, no. Don’t do it.) ‘you make me really happy.’

I had never cried in front of Chris before, so my hands immediately flew up to somehow protect myself and mask it; even though it was so blatantly obvious.

I thought I might hear laughter or some sort of scoffing at how pathetic I was being. Instead, my hand-covered face was smashed into a broad shoulder and a pair of strong arms were pulling me into a lap.

‘Hey, hey, hey. No. Shhh.’ A desperate arm rubbed my back comfortingly.

I unpeeled my hands from my face and swung them around his neck, burying my face into his shoulder in the process.

‘That took a lot of balls, Warner,’ he soothed, his fingers still circling my back, ‘it’s not easy. Hell, I’ve been there myself.’

I pulled away like I’d been electrocuted. ‘What?’

Chris’ hands rose up to wipe my tears as he gazed at me kindly. ‘Let’s just say, for the longest time, I had more of a reason to hate the Yankees than most.’ He was smiling but I could tell it was a bitter one.

The idea of Chris being cheated on had never even been a factor in my mind. And it made me sad. More sad than I could ever be for myself. ‘Who would cheat on you?’

‘I could ask you the same question.’ He smiled, a genuine one this time. ‘Look Adrian, there’s some shitty people in this world. Man, fuck that guy. I’m glad he did it!’

I stared at him wide-eyed for a second, praying he was going somewhere with this.

Chris rested his palms on both of my cheeks and looked me square in the eye. ‘From the moment I met you, I don’t think I’ve breathed the same. Not a day goes by where my thought’s aren’t consumed by you. What you’re doing, if you’re okay, if you’re happy…’

My chest rose and fell as my breathing quickened.

‘You are the most special person I’ve ever met. You’re thoughtful and you’re kind and you always think about others before yourself.’

I swallowed hard, my heart racing more with every passing second.

‘What you just did isn’t the easiest thing to talk about, you gotta be vulnerable.’ He pulled my hand up and lay a gentle kiss on the back of it. ‘But I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I’m crazy about you. Frankly, whoever this asshole is, I should be thanking him. Because his loss, is my gain’

I wanted to sob all over again. He was so beyond perfect it was almost painful on my heart. I crashed my wet face onto his and kissed him harder than I’d ever kissed anyone before.

We spent the next ten minutes in almost complete silence, aimlessly watching another muted episode of Home Improvement, his fingertips all the while making soothing circles in my hair.

‘You wanna go back to bed?’ Chris eventually asked, his voice quietly hopeful.

I sighed and shook my head gently, my mind feeling more awake now than it did when I left the bed last. Everything we had just discussed was enough to keep me awake for the rest of the week.

Blowing air out, Chris shut one eye and stared at the ceiling in thought for a moment. ‘A’ritey then.’

He shifted forward and pulled himself up off the couch, breaking our comfy hold in the process. I watched him ascend towards the hall curiously, wondering if he’d abandoned me to head to bed himself; only for him to come back around a minute later - now sporting a pair of sneakers and a navy t-shirt with his sweats.

‘Get your shoes on Warner.’ Chris decreed as he picked up his car keys and whistled for Dodger.

‘Where are we going?’ I inquired, looking at my phone to see 4:56AM stare back at me.

‘Wherever.’ He replied, so much as to say “let’s just fucking get lost somewhere”.

Without skipping a beat, I reacted. ‘Okay, just give me a sec.’ I made for the bedroom to grab my tennis shoes and a pair of pants, all the while smiling to myself at the idea of getting lost with Chris.

I was surprised by how long we’d been driving for. Even without the usual LA traffic, we’d been in the car for at least forty minutes at this point and as entertaining as it was to see Dodger have the time of his life hanging his head out of the backseat window, I began to wonder what Chris’ game was. For someone who had to be up in about three hours for a PT session, I imagined a drive in the area surrounding his neighbourhood would have been more suitable as opposed to somewhere this far out?

However, I’d be lying if I said the inner child in me wasn’t loving this little adventure. Chris and I didn’t get to have many adventures together, so I was totally content with sitting in the passenger seat of his car; feeling all warm and fuzzy, with no idea where we were going.

Five minutes later and my stubbornness had caused Chris to up his game. ‘Oh c’mon, it’s obvious!’

‘No it’s not! I don’t know LA like you do!’

‘Warner, it’s right in front of you!’

It still took me another minute or so to click that we were by the ocean.

As we hopped out of the car and I shut my door, I realised that the last time I had properly been by the water was when Chris and I had shot the Gucci commercial in Italy.

‘You approve?’ Chris called from the other side of the car. He was putting a leash on Dodger, but the little light reflecting out of the car gave away his smile. He liked it here.

‘Absolutely!’ I replied, pulling the zip up on the sweater Chris had lent me.

We sat and rested our elbows on our knees, watching Dodger zoom around, patiently waiting for the first indication of sun to peek out. We were alone for the most part, aside from the crazy early rising joggers and dog walkers that passed by; none of which paying attention to the couple sat minding their own business in the sand. It was bliss.

It was but a taste of the normality we’d been denied so far and even though it was a fleeting moment, it was my idea of heaven.

I twisted and wrapped my arms around Chris’ forearm and snuggled closer, resting my head on his shoulder. His cheek perched itself atop my head as we watched the deep blues of night bow to the crisp, light morning sun.

Taking my fingers and entwining them with Chris’, I let our hands dance together for a second before finally voicing some concerns of mine. ‘Are you nervous at all?’

I couldn’t explain why, but I knew that he would know what I meant. And he did.

‘Of course, I feel like we don’t do well separated.’

My eyes floated away from our hands and up to his own. He cocked his head at me and admitted, ‘Just being honest. Besides, I think that’s mostly to do with the fact that I just don’t like being away from you.’

‘I know.’ I returned my gaze back to our hands. ‘Three months is a big deal.’

‘I’m not sure I have the power to tell you what you want to hear, we can’t predict the future Adrian. All we can do is take each day as it comes.’ He professed. ‘But I’m willing to do everything I can, to make this work.’

I inhaled deeply before finally letting a smile creep out. Was it exactly what I wanted to hear? No. But would I take it? Abso-fucking-lutely.

We didn’t say much more.

We didn’t need to.

I was finally at peace with the idea that, even if nothing ever came of us, this moment was enough to show that whatever we did have, was real.

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THANK YOU FOR GETTING TO THE END OF THIS CHAPTER SWEET READER! It took forever and i’m so beyond sorry for that.

After all this time I feel like I’m so attached to these characters, that I’m tempted for when the last chapter is finished, i’m going to do some “one-shots” to help round off their story <3

Also, I’m going to go back through and eventually edit all of my chapters for mistakes soon. My early chapters make me cringe so hard that I salute ANYONE who persevered through them, especially newer readers used to the quality of the later chapters, haha!

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foslad · 7 years ago

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Almost Too Good (A Chris Evans Story): Part 21 - 2/3

A/N: I’m not even going to attempt to explain myself for the absence in posting. I can only apologize because I HATE it when others do this... so I know the frustration and can’t excuse myself for it.

I’ll be honest, these next couple of parts/chapters are a little different and they have me worried but I hope you enjoy anyways! Be sure to check out part 1/3 of this now three-part (instead of two) chapter :)

I’m always so overwhelmed at the love and support I receive, SO THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART! LOVE LOVE LOVE!

The car ride was nice, but mostly quiet...

Despite my inner conclusion to just let it go, an air of awkwardness still hung around Chris and I; like some kind of a bad smell. On any other day we might have talked it out there and then, but the presence of the stranger driving us to the venue intensified our silence to the point where I was acutely aware of the sound of my own breathing.

Occasionally in my peripheral, I could see Chris’ fingers tapping his knee to drum up something to say but, ultimately, he kept quiet for the most part. It was very clear that neither of us felt comfortable bringing up earlier whilst in the company of someone else, so small talk remained small.

With that in mind, I decided to occupy my time with some “mental preparation”. I might’ve looked all lovely and glamorous on the outside, but my insides were a lethal cocktail of self-doubt, worry and pressure. I was keenly aware of the fact that I was going to meet a lot of people that were important to Chris tonight and if they didn’t warm to me, well, then, I was truly fucked.

The car pulled up behind the long queue of other cars and the driver kindly got out and opened the door on my side for me. I smiled gratefully at him, carefully stepping out onto the concrete and out onto whatever tonight had in store for me.

I waited patiently off to the side for a minute or so, looking around at all the tall lit up palm trees that lined the path upwards as Chris corresponded with the driver about how he’d contact him later. The night was a little chilly, so I made sure to pull the shawl that I had draped around my elbows up onto my shoulders until we got inside. With a little nod and wink in confirmation, Chris finally turned back around and acknowledged me.

Comically, my face must’ve screamed I’M IN OVER MY HEAD because he met me with a sweet look of encouragement before a lopsided grin emerged.

He eyed our surroundings fleetingly before his fingers came down and casually entwined themselves around my own. As he led the way up the steep concrete staircase, my eyes trained in on the foreign feeling.

Chris was holding my hand... We’d never held hands before!?

It was such a menial and fleeting action for most couples yet it ignited something inside of me. A surge of butterflies, a stupidly goofy smile, a feeling of utter satisfaction. I liked it. A lot.

Any animosity I had about earlier started to melt away with each step we took as a unit.

Chris had explained to me before that there was no compulsory red carpet or anything. The event was a private get together that allowed those more fortunate than others to let loose and do some good for charity without it turning into a media circus. Of course, unsurprisingly, there were those whose job it was to hide in the bushes out front and capture any little mundane detail, like someone getting their car valeted or someone sneaking a crafty cigarette. So, the “back door” was deemed the “entrance” for anyone not looking to get papped.

‘Is it always held here?’ I leaned over and whispered to Chris, gazing around at the crowded foyer in awe. The gold filigree and mirror decked walls, accentuated by the antiques that adorned the place, were simply stunning, and the marble floors were so pristine, it was easy to see one’s reflection. Now this is what you call, top dollar.

‘Nah, they tend to switch up the venues every year. Last year it was at the Griffith Observatory, which was kinda cool.’ He replied, guiding us towards the small queue of people that waited outside the curtain covered entrance where, presumably, the event was being hosted.

After a moment or two of peacefully taking in our surroundings, it was obvious that we were still feeling a little of that awkwardness lingering; so I was grateful to hear Chris try and strike up conversation again.

‘I know I’ve said it already, but you really do look a million dollars tonight Adrian.’

Stepping forward in time with the quickly narrowing queue, I smiled appreciatively at him before biting my lip and running my eyes over his attire. ‘Thank you, as do you. I like this suit, Evans!’

Chris wriggled his eyebrows and smirked. ‘Why thank you, it’s Gucci.’

‘How appropriate.’ I simpered, lightly trailing my hand down the sleeve of our joint venture’s latest creation.

Truthfully, I took the chance as an excuse to just touch him. I hadn’t wanted to make a fuss earlier, finding myself all but lost in the reunion aspect of our togetherness more than anything, but he really had bulked up lately...

Since I’d known him, Chris had always been in undeniably great shape; but he was almost intimidatingly so now. The navy suit did well to accentuate the broadness of his shoulders and the slimness of his waist.

I was constantly in awe of the fact that Chris wore any type of clothing just so well. It didn’t matter if it were $100 sweats, or $5000 suits; the man looked good.

After finally passing through the curtain as ‘Chris Evans and guest’, I felt my jaw physically drop almost immediately.

Admittedly yes, I had been in the game long enough to not get star struck easily, it’s like I’ve always said, they’re just people… but never in my life had I been at something that was on this big of a scale. I had been going to the MET Gala for the last seven years, but even that didn’t seem to compare!

I’d never been to The Oscars... but it seemed like my perception of that; on crack.

Firstly, the venue itself was architecturally stunning. The ceilings were ornate, with paintings of clouds and angels (that clearly took inspiration from the Italian Renaissance) and the chandeliers were so grand, that one of them probably cost more than my entire paycheck for my last movie.

On the opposite side of the function “room”, if it could even be narrowed down to a term so loose, was a stage currently being occupied by a podium, extravagant flowers and a backdrop consisting of a painted skyline that was accentuated by tiny lights customized to look like hundreds and hundreds of twinkling “stars”.

Circular tables, dressed decadently for the dinner portion, graced the immediate spaces in front of the stage and nearest to us, stood a large bar area that all the guests seemed to be mingling in; chatting away and having a sneaky drink or two before the proceedings began.

A quick gloss over the room could tell you that this was no regular “gala”. I couldn’t see one person that I didn’t recognize from the entertainment industry; from Colbert to Kimmel, Cruise to Stiller, Aniston to Lawrence; the list could go on…. and on. It practically blew my mind how this “charity event” had somehow slipped under the radar as the best kept secret in Hollywood.

‘Let’s break ourselves in gently, huh?’ Chris decreed, untangling our fingers so he could take my hand and hook it around his forearm - calmly guiding us down the small set of marble stairs towards the bar. I caught myself smiling in appreciation at him, the nerves now truly beginning to kick in at the intense nature of such an occasion.

Looking around, I noticed how strange it felt to feel like you really know someone when, (in reality), you don’t. Unfortunately, I kept having to relay this mantra to myself as I eyed Bryan Cranston, who was stood talking to Gwyneth Paltrow… God I loved that man.

After a minute or so, the search for an actual familiar face was becoming fruitless and I was just about to resign myself to being glued to Chris’ arm all night when some dark locks came into view behind passing strangers. My eyes widened, and a grin formed; like I somehow knew everything was going to be alright now that I had this person in my sights.

In fact, I was so consumed by my discovery that I barely noticed Chris pat my hand and inform me he was off to get us a drink before departing in the opposite direction.

So naturally, I just couldn’t help myself. Weaving myself in and out of Hollywood royalty, I eventually laid my hand on the familiar shoulder and with my best She’s The Man impression, out flew the screechy ‘Sebastian!’ nickname I’d stupidly come up with all those years ago.

Jumping a little in surprise, my victim quickly turned around and his face melted in an immediate gleeful grin. ‘Adrian Warner? Whaaat!?’

Sebastian Stan wasted no time in leaning forward and gifting me a kiss on both cheeks.

‘What is this? Twice, in one year? You’re spoiling me over here, missy!’ He joked, completely leaving behind whoever it was he was conversing with to give me his full attention. I was so happy to see him. To feel like I had an actual ally amidst this celeb-fest was beyond comforting. New York was a whole different scene and I never felt like a “celebrity” there for the most part, so God knows I especially didn’t feel like one here.

‘Right? This feels like Déjà vu from the last time. You’re like my only life line here!’ I admitted with a nervous little laugh.

‘Why’s that? You here by yourself?’

‘No, I’m here with-‘ I paused for a second, searching for the right words, ‘- as someone’s… date.’

Because I was…

He nodded and looked as though he was about to inquire some more before stopping short, his eyes now shooting behind me; just in time to see Chris returning with two stiff drinks in hand.

‘Wait...’ Sebastian’s smirk intensified before his mouth opened fully in complete shock, eyes darting back and forth between Chris and I; the cogs in his brain turning until the click finally materialized. ‘No. Fuckin’. Way.’

‘Dude…’ Chris warned lowly, an almost embarrassed guise on his face as he handed me one of the glasses containing some kind of dark brown consistency.

‘Oh-ho-oh, outstanding!’ Sebastian began cracking up, like he’d just seen a tortoise and a hyena make love and was kinda into it. ‘Noooww I see why you were keeping namey-names a secret, Evans!’

I looked at them both strangely before laughing lightly at Sebastian’s childish use of ‘namey-names’. Chris seemed to return his sentiment with a deliberate silence.

‘What!?’ Sebastian laughed defensively, ‘I approve! I think this is great; two of my favorite people!’

I was delighted with the easy start, but I knew that would all quickly change.

Within twenty minutes, I had gone from the comfort of only Sebastian to the overwhelming depths of reality as Chris Hemsworth, his stunning wife Elsa and the ethereal Elizabeth Olsen introduced themselves and joined the “group” conversation; all three, at least what they thought to be, subtly side eyeing me at any given second.

What discomforted me most (but deep down delighted me), was the fact that it was easy to see the amount of respect everyone had for Chris; to the point where I felt almost unworthy to be by his side. So, I was truly grateful for Sebastian and the history we had in that moment, much like I had been at Chris’ housewarming party. He’d chosen to disclose to the group the time we pulled a prank on our elderly co-star from Tall Bill with a stripper-gram on his 75th Birthday; setting me up to look like a true comedy genius when, truthfully, it’d been a joint effort…

‘No, don’t sell yourself short! You called the company!’ I argued, playfully pointing at Sebastian.

‘Yeah, but then “Misty” turns up in a trench coat… and nothing else! So I straight up bail and as I was peacing out, all I can hear in the distance is “… Is that coat vintage???”

His high-pitched impression of me sent the group off into a chorus of laughter. To see the creases in everyone’s eyes, including Chris’, as they all cracked up at my undeniable obsession with fashion, (to the point where I’d asked a stripper where her coat was from…), was rewarding but mostly relieving.

So far, so good.

I took another tiny sip from the drink in my hand and reluctantly swallowed the strong liquid inside, squinting slightly as I did so. I let my eyes flicker over to Chris, silently questioning his choice of alcohol.

Catching my eye, he bent over and quietly spoke out of the side of his mouth. ‘I thought it might take the edge off a little?’

I wanted to playfully banter with him about why he had one, but I didn’t get the chance.

‘Do you guys know what table you’re on?’ Elizabeth interrupted, her voice so dainty and light as she took a small sip from her champagne flute.

Chris and I looked at one another before shaking our heads in sync, ‘Should we?’ ‘Was there a list?’

‘There’s place cards on all of the tables. We got here early and were bored, so we already had a little snoop around.’ Elsa chuckled, her striking Spanish accent coming through along with her friendly nature. I had quickly warmed to all three of them, finding them to be completely personable despite their immense fame.

Yet it seemed almost cruel that every time I started to settle into my surroundings, another spanner was thrown at me.

‘Well heeey, fancy running into all of you here…’ A deeper voice joked, causing us all to turn around; just in time for Chris to receive a kiss on the cheek in greeting. His deep-rooted smile at her presence confirmed my suspicion as to who this mystery person could be.

I hesitantly took a slightly larger sip of my drink, acutely aware that the pressure was really on now that she was here.

I had always admired Scarlett Johansson for the part she had played in showing that young actresses had the ability to not only be pretty but that they were also very capable of starring in damn good movies. Lost in Translation was still, to this day, a movie I couldn’t skip over if it was showing on TV. Chris had known her for years, since the very beginning of their careers, and had always spoken so fondly of her.

Once Scarlett and her husband had finished greeting the familiar faces in the group, the arresting set of emerald greens finally fixated on me; the only stranger in the circle. I smiled immediately, truly thrilled to meet her before cautiously looking to my left at our common ground.

Eyes popping in realization, Chris rested his hand on the small of my back in assurance and introduced us. ‘And this, is Adrian. Adrian, this is Scarlett.’

‘Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you!’ I stepped forward and held my hand out in greeting.

With the added “emphasis” on my name, Scarlett’s own eyes widened at the “hint-hint” tone that Chris was emitting before she grinned in my direction. Her eyes turned kindly, and she accepted my handshake with what appeared to be true enthusiasm.

Funny, Chris knew that Sebastian was a long-time acquaintance of mine and yet the only person who seemed to know that I even existed in the “romantic sense” towards him was Scarlett. A truly interesting choice. Maybe one day I’d feel comfortable to ask him about it.

Gleefully our introduction seemed to go well, however the “hi, nice to meet you’s” didn’t stop there…

Like a hurricane, I was quickly introduced to production, crew and more cast members alike. Clearly a tightknit “family”, I was blown away by just how many people were interested in meeting Chris’s “date” for the evening.

In an unusual turn of events, unlike how his mother met most of the girls he dated, it felt like his colleagues just weren’t used to meeting the women in his life; which was oddly comforting.

Some people recognized me but for those who didn’t, I stood there and received rounds and rounds of ‘So you’re an actress?’ ‘Are you in anything coming up?’ ‘What’s next for you?’ questions. I knew they were only trying to see if I was just using Chris to further myself, which saddened me a little to think that might have been the case in the past for him.

It warmed my heart to its core when Chris would jump in for me at times. ‘She just wrapped a movie with Ben Affleck, which he directed, right?’ Like he didn’t already know…

‘Yeah, it was a really great project to have been a part of.’ I’d continue, flashing Chris a grateful “smile” with my eyes all the while.

After what felt like forever, the pianist, who had been lowly playing in the background, announced into his microphone that the evening’s festivities would begin in twenty minutes and began asking everyone to take their seats.

Capitalizing on this brief interlude, I handed Chris the dregs of my drink and informed him that I was going to the bathroom.

‘Alright, I’ll find our seats…’ He smiled before pressing an affectionate kiss to my cheek; pride radiating on his face at how everything was turning out.

As I quickly peed, I silently praised Chris’ assistant Jake for the Olive Garden takeout he had brought over earlier; otherwise that hard liquor would’ve gone straight to my head.

Pulling some tissue paper from the holder, I also took the time to reminisce on how well the night had gone so far. Sure it had been a little intense but for the most part everyone had been nice, and to see Chris so overjoyed at the ease of his rapidly unifying worlds was extremely heart-warming. He was so exhausted and stressed, it felt good to be contributing to the lighter aspects in his life.

I eventually stepped out of the stall and didn’t even bother to hide my amazement at the printed cream wallpaper and golden sconces. Each vanity mirror was splattered with age; which only added to its decadence.

I bent down and washed my hands in the mother of pearl sinks, blissfully unaware of the arrival of the girl who had been in the stall next to me.

I grabbed my clutch with my still damp hands and rummaged around for my lipstick, eventually picking it out and pulling the lid off for a top up.

‘Excuse me, could I borrow some soap?’

‘Yeah of course, go ahead.’ I smiled before raising my head to the mirror to apply the lipstick. In doing so, I made direct eye contact with the girl;

…and in that moment, it was like the very depths of hell was laughing at me.

Dressed in crimson red, a set of hazel eyes widened at me in complete horror; wholly surrendered into a state of shock as her expression was reflected into the mirror for us both to see.

‘Oh… my… God…’ The voice squeaked; neither of us removing our vision from the mirror for fear of confirming the horrors of reality on the other side of it.

You know, in a fucked up “funny” kind of way, the last time I had seen Chelsea Hewitt-Lewis, her expression had been much of the same…

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears; easily drowning out all other sounds. In some alternate reality, I knew my initial reaction would’ve been one of watery eyed sobs brought on by a suppressed case of PTSD.

But there was none of that here.

Throwing my lipstick back into my purse and shutting the flap, I quickly backed away; the room spinning as I did so. My mind was blank, my mouth was parted, and my eyes were void of all moisture.

It almost irked me that her own reaction seemed to be a mirror reflection of my inner turmoil. What gave her the right!?

I felt like I would have rather she punched me in the face... because then at least I’d know where we stood.

But I suppose she’d already done that to me two years ago; except her “punch” wasn’t physical.

I fled the bathroom, despite my deep desire to return and just projectile vomit into a stall. My resolute stare was fixated to the ground, but I managed to register the fact that my feet were still carrying me somewhere.

Step by step by step by step. It was inevitable that I was eventually going to crash into something; or someone.

‘Woah, hey, there you are!’ Chris smiled, doing his best to restore our balance as he gently gripped my elbows. ‘I was just coming to find you; I found our table.’

Call it shock, but I found myself nodding like some sort of zombie. Really gripping his arms back, I caught myself tugging at him as a means of leaving the area as soon as possible.

And I almost got away with it, too…

Looking just as shaken as I did, Chelsea exited the bathroom and walked along my already beaten path before eventually recognizing Chris. Raising a brief smile at her new co-star, she sought comfort in the familiarity of it all before noticing who was attached to him.

And that pretty smile fell immediately.

‘Oh, hey! Chelsea, right? I’m Chris.’ He smiled warmly, reaching his hand out upon noticing her back.

My eyes BURNED in response. It felt like the world was on fire and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to straight up slap their hands apart, vomit on them, or both. I never thought for one second that I would curse Chris’ kindness until this very moment.

‘Hi, it’s nice to meet you...’ Chelsea responded shakily, slowing accepting Chris’ hand; her nervousness apparent.

My eyes, once again now void of any moisture, twitched before succumbing to rapidly blinking away this unfolding nightmare.

No.

No, no, NO.

You can’t have him.

Not this one!

My body language reeked of “fuck off before I make you” and she knew it. It was distressing that I almost didn’t recognize myself. I wasn’t an angry or violent person by any means.

‘I should get going, it really was… nice to m-meet you.’ Chelsea bungled out before quickly shuffling away, my stare tracing her as she did so.

My mind was like the aftermath of a tornado and all I could do was attempt to come to terms with, and somehow salvage myself from, the wreckage that was my self-esteem.

I was oblivious to the thousands of dollars being sold off around me. I was oblivious to the fun and laughter that the host was managing to pull from his vast crowd. I was oblivious to all but my own selfish thoughts.

As if the universe didn’t already hate me, there she sat, four seats away, shoveling her food around her plate and avoiding eye contact with the other eleven people at the table as they conversed amongst themselves; much like myself.

Every now and then, I would glance up and observe her.

I truly wondered what was going through her mind? I wondered if she ever actually felt guilt or remorse, or anything for that matter? Was she awkward now because she was confronted with her own hurtful actions?

‘Adrian?’

My head snapped to my left and I clapped eyes on Chris’ concerned face.

‘You okay?’ He eyed me, ‘You seem a little spaced out…’

Spaced out? Oh!

Nodding frantically and rousing a smile, I attempted to bring myself back into the moment. ‘No, no, I’m great.’

‘You sure?’ He eyed me skeptically, ‘You haven’t touched your food… You don’t like it?’

‘No, n-no, no! The food’s amazing!’ I picked up the fork in a feeble attempt at backing up my lies.

‘Then something’s definitely wrong.’ Chris deadpanned, his eyebrows dropping. I managed to let out a genuine little laugh at his concern, touched at the fact he knew me so well.

‘No, I’m okay. Honestly.’ I leaned forward, and we met in the middle for a chaste, but affectionately small peck and I found myself pulling away with a real smile on my face. ‘I think I just need a little air.’

Chris immediately wiped his mouth and dropped his napkin, his hands gripping his seat as he raised himself slightly.

‘Woah, no, no, you stay!’ I quietly commanded, feeling almost overwhelmed at how thoughtful he was being.

Chris eyed me carefully as he slowly lowered himself back down. ‘You sure?’ I rested my hand on his shoulder and kissed the top of his head as I stepped away from the company. ‘Mhmm. I’ll be back in a second.’

Little did I know, I was going to be followed regardless… and not by Chris.

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I feel like this chapter loses itself in the middle but thank you regardless for getting to the bottom and reading it! I appreciate you so much!

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foslad · 7 years ago

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When’s the next part of Almost Too Good coming out?!?

HOPEFULLY TONIGHT!!! <3 I’m so sorry for the wait!!

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foslad · 7 years ago

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Are you the same author of the Wattpad series “someone new” “somewhere new” and “no one else” ?

Oooo, no, i’m not unfortunately (just “Almost Too Good”) but i’m sure they are lovely stories! :)

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foslad · 7 years ago

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Masterlist?

https://foslad.tumblr.com/fic :)

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foslad · 7 years ago

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Almost Too Good (A Chris Evans Story): Part 21 - 1/3

A/N: I know I usually upload two parter’s one after the other but I’m not entirely happy with part 2 and yet, I didn’t want to leave my wonderful and generous readers hanging like I’ve done in the past!! So here’s this one! It’s super long, so I hope you enjoy!

-I don’t know what my Mom is prouder of; my career, or the fact Scott just nailed making the stuffing you taught us. (And before you ask, I refused to take part - since I can’t have any!!!)

-Also, she just called you a “good influence” on us… WHAT? We’re men in our thirties!?!

-Skype before bed tonight?

Chris’ messages had made my whole evening.

I’d left my phone on charge in my room at my parent’s house whilst my family and I indulged in Thanksgiving dinner and caught up on each other’s hectic lives whilst simultaneously attempting to wrangle four very hyper active children and coax them into sitting down for some delicious food.

I had quickly nipped upstairs to check it before we played our usual after-dinner card games around the dining table and felt immediately smitten by the chain of texts I’d received in the space of an hour. Especially the second one…

Deep down, I had been wondering whether I’d left a poor impression on Chris’ mom after just abandoning ship when I had gone with him to meet her. (I loathed thinking about it, even now. I hadn’t even said thank you and goodbye… Awful manners.) Part of me had been too nervous to ask Chris about her thoughts on me; always fearing the worst.

Tapping the phone against my chin, I was glad to take a sigh of relief. Not only on the parental front, but in general terms. My mind had been eased for the holidays when Chris informed me that the table read I had been fretting about had been for main cast members only. So as far as I could tell, he was yet to encounter Chelsea and that was as good as anything I could’ve hoped for at this present time.

I was calmed; for now.

My hands flew up to my face and dragged themselves down the skin; a loud groan emitting when they got to my mouth. ‘No, stop, no! PLEASE, tell me you’re lying?’

‘Whaaaaat!? I thought it was great! Especially the part where the FBI agent was just totally cool with a high school student tagging along on a “top secret” mission to take down a tyrant. And, hey, it was a good thing you miraculously learnt all about high tech bomb disposal in that biology lesson the day before, huh?!’

I groaned again, although a little laugh did manage to escape along the way. ‘Evans, stooooooop! This is torture!’

My whole body cringed as Chris continued to tell me alllllll about how, on his flight back to Boston, he’d watched an old ass movie of mine that I’d shot between the first and second season of Tall Bill. It was, by my own admission, complete trash. Filthy, putrid, trash.

‘Alright, alright. I’ll stop.’ His smug smile continuing to radiate through the screen. ‘… Sick haircut by the way.’

‘I’M GOING TO END THE CALL!’ I playfully threatened, feeling my cheeks heat up at the very idea of post puberty Adrian EVER gracing the screen.

Doubling back in laughter, he took a second or two before he waved his hand in front of the screen. ‘Okay, alright, I’ll stop! I promise!’

I rolled my eyes and rested my head on my knuckles. Using my free one, I subtly traced my fingers along the lines of the amused face on the screen of my laptop and quietly wished I could run my hand down the real thing.

We spent the next while filling each other in on our cozy Thanksgiving’s. We hadn’t properly spoken in a few of days, so Chris was dying to know how I had gotten on at my first “hush hush” Justice League audition (“alright, I guess. Who can really say?”) and he was sweet enough to inquire about how my sister Gracey was getting on with her pregnancy and if I was enjoying having Amy back and what the weather was like here in Poughkeepsie.

‘No, enough about me!’ I chuckled, doing my hardest to sound stern. ‘You always do this!’

I wanted to turn the tables and pump some information out of him regarding the Avengers movie… and a certain… Chelsea… but as soon as I broached the subject, I was rejected. Hard.

‘No? What do you mean, no?’

‘Don’t think I can’t see through you, Warner… you want spoilers!’ He chastised light-heartedly and suddenly, I wanted to shoot myself for telling him how much of a fan of the films I was.

‘What? I- no! That’s not what I want at all!’ I had been so shocked by his response, I felt a little lost for words.

‘Yeah, well, you’re not getting anything out of me. You’ll have to wait, just like everyone else.’ Chris’ satisfied grin was the opposite of my disappointed frown. Little did he know how deep this went for me, beyond silly “spoilers”.

Well, fuck. That’s not good…

‘You got an outfit ready for Downey’s charity thing?’ Chris inquired casually, filling the silence that had settled. I hadn’t even realized I had retreated into my mind until he spoke.

Shaking my head, I attempted to move past the thoughts swirling in my head and return my focus back to the cherished conversation in front of me. I understood and commiserated that between now and the gala, aside from two days at Christmas where he’d go back to Boston again, Chris was going to be jammed from morning til’ night with his workload.

‘Ha. Do I have an outfit?’ I smirked, mocking the fact that he would even ask me such a preposterous question. ‘You know I do.’

Originally, I planned on wearing something I had hanging in my closet back at my apartment; I already owned so many beautiful designer gowns that were just begging to be worn.

But ever since I had discovered the “Chelsea situation”, I had set out on a one-woman mission to find the most perfect dress to just knock it out of the park. In my head, I wanted a cartoon reaction; where the eyes pop out and the tongues touch the floor. But simultaneously, I knew I didn’t want to stand out too much. That wasn’t my style either. So, when I flipped through Brandon Maxwell’s Winter Collection catalog, I knew, it was fate.

‘Oh yeah, what’s it like?’

I simply shook my head and shot him a coy look. ‘Nope. No “spoilers”.’

Chris’ mouthed turned up in the corners at my witty response. ‘Well then, I shall patiently look forward to that day Warner.’

I opened my parent’s front door to a delivery on Christmas Eve and easily could’ve cried.

We’d told each other we weren’t going to do gifts for Christmas because of our long-distance situation, but that didn’t stop Chris sending four hampers stocked FULL of Marvel gear for my nephews and nieces. Signed memorabilia by the cast, t-shirts, toys and plushies galore. They almost lost their minds when they found the spoils under the tree on Christmas morning. (My brothers nearly lost their own minds finding it just as, if not more, exciting than the kids.)

‘Did you know he was going to do this?’ My Dad chuckled, doing his best to help my nephew Noah get his new Iron Man figure out of the box it came in. I shook my head in response, completely lost for words at Chris’ generosity and thoughtfulness.

My mom smiled to herself knowingly in the corner, sipping her hot water and lemon as she basked in all the warmth that came with the excitement of Christmas morning with her grand kids.

I continued to sit in silence, observing the excited chaos as though it was in slow motion, never wanting this feeling of utter fulfillment to fade.

‘Again, I know I keep going on, but it was so nice of you to come get me. I really wouldn’t have minded Ubering!’

‘No, you’re totally fine,’ Jake, Chris’ assistant, replied from behind the wheel. ‘I’m sure Chris would’ve come and got you himself, but he’s a little swamped under right now.’

I nodded, looking out of the window and frowning at the thought of Chris under so much pressure. I had thought it a little odd at the time when he took SO much time off after the Gucci party, but knowing what I know now, I didn’t blame him one bit.

And to add to the current stress levels, I was already two days late in getting here. Snowstorms in and around New York had prevented me from flying out, as planned, two days ago. With the gala tonight, everything felt a little rushed.

And, unfortunately, this development had only added to my rising anxiety.

The Dorothy Perkins sweater I had gotten on my last press tour in the UK was now almost completely ruined by the amount of wringing I had done to the hem of it on the flight. My fingers had turned and turned the fabric at the thoughts of not having mentally prepared myself for the fact that tonight was a huge deal for Chris and I. We’d never done anything “publicly” as a couple before and whilst I had craved it before, given recent events and how I had been feeling internally lately, I now wasn’t completely sure I was ready for it…

Part of me was still debating taking Amy’s advice and just coming clean to Chris about my past, but those thoughts were entwined with having two days alone with him before the big do tonight. So naturally those plans had been cancelled, along with my flight.

I let my bag slip down from my shoulder onto my suitcase as Jake lightly closed the front door behind us.

Immediately I could see Chris’ distant figure in the garden, pacing as he took a phone call, completely oblivious to my arrival.

But that didn’t matter. He was there. He was there in all his, what looked to be… bushy glory!

‘When does he cut his hair and trim the beard?’ I questioned Jake, attempting to pass the time until I inhaled, and potentially got high off, Chris’ fresh, fresh scent. ‘For Cap?’

A knowing smile crossed Jake’s lips and he quickly apologized before explaining that, ‘I’m under strict instructions not to tell you anything about the movies.’

‘…you’re kidding me?’

Shaking his head, he picked up some paperwork up from the side and casually strolled passed me towards the kitchen, my eyes following him as he did so. ‘Nope, not kidding.’

I silently scoffed at the whole ongoing “spoilers” situation before returning my gaze to the view.

Not the insane one of LA that graced half of Chris’ house. But the view of the tired looking bear in his comfy sweats, who rubbed his eyes as his beloved dog traced his every move. Stupidly, I could feel the slightest hint of moisture grace my eyes as I reminisced on over an entire month of absence.

Oh, come on Evans. Hang up the phone already!

It was Dodger who spotted me first, galloping towards the inside of the house as though his life depended on it.

‘Hi sweet baby, hi! Hi!’ His excitement was enough to send me tumbling to the floor, engulfed in a tornado of puppy kisses. ‘Ohhhh, I’ve missed this handsome faccceeeee!’

My eyes remained fixated on the dog, but only because my sudden bashfulness rendered me incapable of addressing the approaching footsteps.

A month was a long time…

Sure, I’d seen him over Skype and Facetime, but it could never compare to the real deal.

I suddenly felt intimidated by the situation. It was like it was our first date all over again or something. Butterflies were starting to swarm, hands grew a little shaky as they threaded themselves through Dodger’s fur and a blush began to creep in.

The footsteps paused not too far from where Dodger continued to slip in and out of my hold and eventually, I had no choice but to meet him. Biting the innards of my lip, I finally worked up the courage to raise my head.

Hands in pockets, a crooked smile on his cool face; he stood off to the side, admiring the reunion between his pet and me.

Just like that, five seconds of eye contact felt like five years.

With a wry smile, Chris eventually called over affectionately, ‘Hey you.’

And that was it.

Tearing myself away from Dodger, I fumbled up off the floor and reached him in record time, my legs leaving the ground before either of us were quite ready. Miraculously, Chris’s hands flew from his pockets and caught me just in the nick of time.

Our bodies collided together like two magnets and it wasn’t long before my arms wrapped themselves tightly around his neck and my nose buried itself deeply into the crook of it.

‘Oh God, I’ve missed you so much.’ My muffled voice fussed, breathing in deeply.

I had never been so happy to hear his deep laugh vibrate against my chest. ‘You have no idea, Adrian.’

If I could, I would’ve basked in his hold all night. Just inhaling and exhaling the musk that had become like crack to me. Pulling back and gripping his cheeks, I kissed him so hard, it bordered on painful. After the month of worry and resurfaced old nightmares I’d had, I needed him. I needed to feel wanted by him.

Typically, my usual polite self would have at least acknowledged Jake’s sudden, ‘I’m just gonna goooooo…..’ but I was too selfish at this moment in time. Instead I let the front door open and close without so much as taking a breathing break from my assault on Chris’ mouth.

Ultimately, his smile began to crack the intimacy and we both had to give in to the lack of oxygen in our lungs.

‘You’re late, Warner.’ Chris exhaled, his eyes dotting around, soaking me all in. ‘Two days late, to be exact.’

‘I thought it might be fun to keep you waiting a little longer.’ I replied, just as lowly. We were both joking; not that you could tell by the deep tones of our voices.

‘You want something to eat?’ Chris’ gaze began to pierce my own.

I shook my head.

‘You want something to drink?’

I shook my head, shuffling closer.

‘Is there… anything I can get you?’ He offered one last time, attempting to cover all the bases before the inevitable happened. We could discuss how my flight was and how his day was going later. Time was of the essence right now.

I shook my head one last time and with it, placed my hands onto his shoulders and leapt up to wrap my legs around his hips. ‘Nothing, thank you. Just you.’

I had never been sexually motivated in the past. I had quite easily gone without intimacy for so long after Alex’s and I’s feeble attempt at a sex life and never once found myself craving it. I’d never felt the desire to pursue fleeting indulgences and for a little while, part of me thought I was completely strange, given the way Amy and Amanda would go on about it…

But the way Chris was able to naturally make every nerve in my body shiver in complete surrender was euphoric in a way I didn’t even know existed. I savored the moments of clarity, when I could come down from a selfish high and observe the way I could make him feel with just my body as a weapon. His eyebrows all knitted until they’d break apart during a brief moment of increased desire, his eyes closed, his mouth open and teeth gritted; it was the ultimate prize.

And in turn, the way he reflected that back onto me. To curl my fingers through his hair, to press my bare skin up onto his and have it all mold together, to lose my breath when his mouth would drag itself over every inch of me in the most intimate of journeys. It was so easy to get completely lost in him.

Now, was no exception.

I was so focused, so in the moment, that it felt like nothing else in my world existed other than Chris.

So focused, in fact, that I hadn’t even heard the distraction until Chris’ eyes had left our little bubble of intimacy to peer away.

‘Oh, fuck.’ His voice serious all of a sudden; a statement I originally thought to be a proclamation of pleasure until his movements ground to a torturous halt.

My breathing was heavy, so I was barely able to whisper as my hands reached up to try and bring him back into the moment. ‘What? What’s the matter?’ I felt confused as I watched him reach for something on the bedside cabinet.

‘Is it four o’clock already!?’ He murmured to himself, panting lightly and groaning in frustration. ‘I- fuck. Adrian, I have to take this call. I’m sorry. Fuck.’

My mouth fell open and I knew my face read “You’re joking, right?”

‘What? N-now?’ Surely, he was pulling my leg here…

‘I’m sorry baby, I don’t have a choice. I’ll be quick, I promise. I’m so sorry.’ He bent down and gave me the briefest of kisses before he rose himself off me. My hands flew to protect my modesty as Chris slipped out of the bed and retrieved the phone, frantically positioning it in his hand before Actually. Picking. Up. The. Call. and exiting the room, grabbing his boxers on his way out.

The sudden exposure to the air caused me to come over all goose-pimply and the now quiet and empty room made my naked-self feel… vulnerable and… self-conscious.

Who answers a call… in the middle of sex? Reunion sex, at that! Surely even an important one could be returned with a “sorry, I was in the shower” or something???

I knew deep down that I wasn’t being fair and that he clearly couldn’t help it, but that didn’t make it any less hurtful. My insatiable need to be wanted by him was slowly being pissed on. I was all too aware that I wasn’t some sex kitten who was mind blowing in bed; I knew that despite him being the best I’ve ever had, I was probably nowhere near his best and now I was mindful that I was boring enough in bed, that he’d rather take a call…

I laid there, like an idiot, for a little over fifteen minutes before I couldn’t bear the silence anymore. Gathering my clothes into a heap, I flew into his bathroom and turned on the shower, being sure to lock the door on my way in.

I emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and stood in the doorway with my arms folded and a blank expression on my face. The awkwardness and insecurity from before had remained with me; having not washed away in the shower liked I hoped it would. Chris had put his sweatpants and sneakers back on but remained shirtless as he reacted to my sudden appearance, the phone still tucked under his ear.

I had just about finished towel drying my hair by the time he finally hung up.

I listened from a distance as he explained, whilst grabbing what looked to be a pair of clean boxers from a drawer, that the call was from the studio heads at Marvel who were attempting to renegotiate a contract flaw with him and that his lawyer had asked him specifically to speak to them today or risk having the whole dispute pushed back another month.

‘I guess I kinda lost track of time.’ Chris admitted at the end, ‘today’s been a little tough... but I was so excited to see you I just forgot, I suppose.’

Despite my silent nod of the head in acceptance, he gifted me a delicate kiss on the cheek as he passed by and went in to the bathroom himself to take a shower for tonight.

It was heart wrenching to see him so strained. To truly look into his eyes was to see that the Chris I had gotten to know over these past few months, had been shoved into a little box until he was told he was allowed to come out.

I sighed and began trifling through the suitcase I had brought with me. This night was set to be stressful enough. So, I just decided to let it go. He couldn’t help it. It wasn’t his fault. The last thing I wanted to do was add to his ongoing list of problems.

However, everything felt rushed after that.

Jake had come back with something to eat to help us save time as we got ready for the evening portion of tonight. I knew that “dinner” was on the cards at the event, but I looked at Jake as though he were the love of my life when he declared “just in case” and laid out some Olive Garden takeout.

Soon after, the house quickly became filled with people; from Chris’ two stylist’s, his publicist, his manager, Jake; many of whom, however, I didn’t catch names nor roles. Although, most of them I recalled seeing all those months ago when I had invaded Chris’ dressing room after Jimmy Fallon.

Feeling a little overwhelmed, I decided to take refuge and barricade myself in one of Chris’ bathrooms to get myself ready. I had to say, as a woman, I smirked at the fact Chris had a bigger “glam” squad than I did…

I placed some heated rollers in my hair and began applying my makeup, a sure-fire routine that my makeup artist Talia had taught me a couple of years ago.

I had gotten in contact with my long-time friend Lorraine Schwartz and borrowed the most stunning set of dangling pearl earrings and necklace to match, both of which helped accentuate the half-up half-down look I was going for. And then, of course, it would’ve been totally rude not to pair it with a set of four fingered rings. The jewelry was rose gold and complimented the dress I had picked out perfectly.

I popped my lips one last time in the mirror, evening out the L’Oreal shade I had applied and spun once or twice to get a full 360 view before eventually smiling at the finished product; a velvet black silhouette dress, raised by thin spaghetti straps and an invisible bustier paired with the black pair of strappy Christian Louboutin’s I had recently acquired as a Christmas gift… to myself. Heh.

Anytime an ensemble I had curated look good, I relished in the kick I got out of it. It was like baking a cake and laying the fondant icing to a near perfect standard!

I had barely finished filling my Michael Korr’s clutch with the necessities when Chris’ arrival was announced by the briefest of knocks before the door opened and he barged in all guns blazing. ‘Adrian, you good to go-’

He stopped short, his body screwing itself to the floor, his mouth parting ever so gently and words… escaping him?

I smiled, blushing for some unexplained reason at his sudden laser stare. ‘What are you looking at?’ I laughed, running my hands over the dress under his intense gaze.

His eyebrows raised in an almost perplexed manner. ‘Well, I- I’m looking at you.’ He retorted, as though it was the most natural and obvious thing in the world.

My chin hit my shoulder in a bashful smile before spinning around and grabbing my clutch. ‘Ready as I’ll ever be, Evans.’ I spoke, answering his previously unfinished sentence.

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A/N: Thank you SO VERY MUCH for getting to the end of this chapter. I’m sorry some parts seem a little rushed, but I figured the “long distance” part didn’t make for good reading...

Anyways, always a heart warming experience to hear from you and I’m so beyond grateful for all of my new followers and the messages I’ve received!

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Almost Too Good (A Chris Evans Story): Part 20

A/N: I’m sorry. I say it every time. But it’s true! Life gets in the way! :( I hate the gaps just as much as you do!! But it’s another long one! :) Thank you SO much for all the love I got on the last chapter, means SO much!! <3

(Also, huge apologies for the re-uploads! This one didn’t want to play ball for some reason!)

I smiled down at my phone as I turned the corner onto Fifth Avenue. After a little shuffling and a few shots of the floor, Dodger soon came into frame; snoozing contently on the left side of Chris’ bed. His cheeks and paws were all bunched up on the pillow, making it look like he was smiling.

“I like Adrian and all, but I’m not sad to see her go.” A small voice in the background, not dissimilar to a kindergartner's, began to seep through my headphones. “Because now that we’re free of that bitch, I can finaaaalllyyyyy get my nappin’ spot back.”

My smile grew even wider. ‘Oh, wow!? You really just gonna do me like that? I didn’t realize this was a turf war!?’

Chris flopped down onto the other side of the bed and came back into view, fixing his cap and letting the back of his head rest on his hand. ‘Well, it is. And he means business.’

I shook my head and briefly looked up to make sure I wasn’t going to walk into someone before returning my attention to the phone.

‘I’ll bear that in mind next time. Anyways, I’m almost there.’ I observed, turning another corner.

‘That’s okay, I should probably get going anyways. I have a personal trainer and dietitian coming to the house and then I got a bunch of other shit to do before I see Jake tonight to run over everything that’s happening in December.’

‘Busy, busy.’ I sympathized, silently relishing in the fact I had finished for the holidays.

‘Yeah, but good busy.’ He offered, attempting to raise a smile. ‘Talk to you later, Warner.’

Two pairs of eyes bore into me like I held all the secrets of the universe.

‘Sooo… we’re just not gonna talk about it!?’

‘The only thing we’re going to talk about - is what I’m ordering for lunch.’ I replied, not even bothering to look up from the tantalizing menu that was currently blocking my face.

We were tucked away into the corner of Kelsie’s, my favorite spot in Manhattan to come for brunch. The food here was incredible and, for whatever reason, always cemented the feeling of properly being back in NYC to me.

‘Oh, come on! I drove all the way here - to talk about it!��

‘I didn’t ask you to.’ I replied innocently, briefly lowering the menu to raise an eyebrow in Amanda’s direction before pulling it back up.

‘Adrian, please. You know how I feel about these kinds of things! You shot Vogue’s 73 Questions yesterday, you have a huge audition next week that is so secret, you can’t even tell me what it’s for and you’re enjoying the company of quite possibly, the finest looking man that God put on this earth.’

Her fingertips gripped the sides of the paper as she lowered the menu again so that she could look me in the eye.

‘I work as a secretary. That’s it. That is as good as it gets for me.’ Amanda laid her hands flat out on the table and stared at me wide eyed; she wasn’t dicking around. ‘THE LEAST YOU CAN DO, AS MY BEST FRIEND, IS GIVE ME THE CAPTAIN HOT DELICIOUS AMERICANO EXPRESS TEEAAA!’

‘After all the advice and help we gave you, I think we deserve to know.’ A slightly more composed Amy chimed in next to her.

‘Okay, alright, you incessant demons!’ I caved, hoping to just get it over with so that I could enjoy my meal without the two hawks on the other side staring at me the whole time. ’-yes. Okay? Yes. The drought… is over.’

Their squeals attracted the looks of the table next to us.

‘When, where, how!?’ Amanda took a large sip of her coffee to gather her strength before leaning forward again. ‘And most importantly, is it goooood!?’ She grinned.

‘Mandy, c’mon! That’s a little personal, don’t you think?’ Amy swooped in.

‘Yes. Very.’ She agreed, before turning back to me and completely disregarding that part. ‘Now tell me everything.’

‘Ho-ly shit, you little kinkster!’ Amanda threw her head back and clasped her hands together at the fact that Chris and I had “done the deed” upstairs in my childhood room whilst my sister’s wedding reception was going on downstairs.

‘How did you manage to hide that from us at the time!?’ Amy queried, somewhat impressed. I shrugged in response but bit my lip in satisfaction as I recalled the moment.

‘That’s hilarious! Like… Grandma’s downstairs in the kitchen, enjoying some trifle, reminiscing on a beautiful day and Adrian’s just casually getting it in upstairs.’ Amanda’s eyes shut as she continued to crack up about it.

‘Well, regardless of how or when or whatever, I’m so happy for you!’ Amy beamed as she reached across and rubbed my forearm kindly.

‘Me too! This is the happiest I’ve seen you in a long time, I love it!’ Mandy gushed, causing us all to make sarcastic kissy noises to each other before she picked up her coffee mug and signaled for Amy and I to do the same.

‘Well, here’s to you and Captain Hot Delicious Americano Express.’

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of tea alongside them. ‘I’m 100% going to tell him that’s your nickname for him, you know.’ I goaded her, playfully.

‘Please do.’ She grinned.

“Mandy <3 has changed the name of this group to ‘I fucked Captain America and all I got was this lousy group chat!’”

Oh, for fuck sake.

‘Typical Mandy.’ I muttered as I slipped my phone back into my pocket and continued to admire all the new clothes that hung on the displays in the store.

‘Don’t make plans for dinner tonight.’ Amy toyed, shifting her eyes from side to side as she ran her hands over the fabric of a stunning Armani blouse.

Lifting my head up from the rack, I eyed her suspiciously and agreed not to “make any plans”.

Collapsing onto my couch, I smiled up at the ceiling. I couldn’t recall the last time I had felt this happy! Everything seemed to be going right for me and I felt like I was on cloud nine! Amy was back to work and by my side again! My family and friends were all happy! Chris was… amazing! And, I had just done a wondrous day’s worth of shopping…

I truly didn’t know what to do with all this contentment!

It felt almost… too good at times. Like it was bound to implode at some point… But I guess a part of me will always feel that way; scars from the past never really fade properly...

With a few hours to kill before dinnertime, I reluctantly decided to pick up my phone and face reality. Tapping the weather app, I peered down at the temperatures due for the coming week and… Oh boy.

I loved everything about the East Coast, literally everything, (even more so now for having spent some time on the West Coast) but admittedly, having lived in nothing but pretty much sunshine for the past while, it was going be hard to adjust back to the chill…

But, none the less, after Chris’ chat with me about getting my fitness up (and the fact that I had consumed that lunch from earlier in a little over four bites), I decided to take advantage of being back in the streets I loved so much and go for a run.

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Twenty-five minutes in, with my workout playlist blaring in my headphones, I raised a big smile to myself as I looked down and watched my Fitbit Watch hit the 1.5-mile mark. As I turned the corner, I nipped past a little kiosk at the end of the street and allowed my eyes to fly over the blurring headlines that adorned all the gossip magazines.

‘Brad and Angelina: What Really Went Wrong’

‘Mariah Carey’s New Year’s Eve Gig!’

‘Chelsea Hewitt-Lewis and Others Join the Marvel Universe For Untitled Avengers 3…’

My eyes had stayed with that last headline for a little too long because before I knew it -

BANG!

‘Owh!’

My shoulder crashed into a currently unoccupied painter’s ladder and my ass hit the floor with such a force, my phone flew out of my hand and launched itself onto the sidewalk.

Peering up, I could see that the little kiosk worker’s eyes had broadened, and he immediately ran over to help me up.

‘Oh, Miss! You okay? You okay?’ He fussed, eyes wide with worry.

With the adrenaline I had gained from the run pumping, I paused for a brief second to give myself a once over and, to my relief, the only initial damage done seemed to be to my pride.

‘Yeah, I-I’m okay.’ I blinked wildly, attempting to gather my bearings. ‘Thank you.’

Taking his hand, I allowed him to slowly help me up.

The street appeared to be quite empty and, mercifully, it seemed as though no one had witnessed my little faux pas aside from the worker. Standing up straight, I was quickly alerted to the pain in my rear end from where it had smacked down onto the pavement. Oh God, that was gonna leave a bruise.

‘How you no see ladder, Miss?’ He questioned, laughing lightly now that he could see I wasn’t broken.

Turning around and gazing up in intimidation, I clocked that the ladder was pretty damn noticeable; to be fair.

‘I was… distracted, I guess.’

The pain in my ass was the only thing keeping me from marching back over to his kiosk and ripping down every single magazine with the name Chelsea Hewitt-Lewis on them and burning them in a makeshift bonfire right there on the pavement.

The worker then pointed behind me. ‘You need me to call someone? Your phone broken, I see.’

Oh crap, my phone!

Turning around and bending down, (owwwww my butt really did hurt), I retrieved the remnants of my phone and inspected to see if it was still any functioning order… Quickly deducing that it was, it was just now home to a million cracks.

Fantastic.

I eventually limped my way back to my apartment and attempted to strip down for a shower to try and help with the pain; but one glimpse at my naked body saw that I probably needed something more along the lines of an ice bath.

My shoulder looked like someone had punched it with an iron fist; little grazes on my palms and elbows from where I had tried to break my fall had begun to show up and my ass, which was by far the worst, had deep shades of grey and red rapidly growing on the left side and a little on the right. It looked just… awful.

As I examined myself in the mirror, I could bitterly feel the tears brimming in my eyes. I had planned to just throw on a simple tank top and jeans for my “date with Amy” tonight but that was out of the question now; my bruises would shine through like bulls-eyes.

The more I thought about the reason I was in this stupid mess, the more my tears became hot with anger and humiliation.

“Chelsea Hewitt-Lewis joins the Marvel Universe for Avengers 3”

Just thinking of her name and Chris’s film franchise in the same sentence was too much for me. It was far too close for comfort. It made me want to be sick.

That woman had ruined my life once before. Taken everything from me. What was to stop her from doing it again?

Despite being in both physical and mental pain, I braved the evening and opened the front door to Amy, with my good arm, at 8PM on the dot.

She smiled wide at me as she held up two different bottles of Champagne in each hand. ‘I didn’t know which one to pick… so I got both!’ She informed me as she waltzed in and strutted towards the kitchen.

‘But then again, we are celebrating, so I thought it was justified!’ Her voice began to fade away as I shut the door behind her.

Unable to resist giving her a small smile, I followed her into my kitchen and folded my arms as I leant across the counter, peering in at what food she had brought.

Ah, she’d gone to Tower’s! My favorite!

After a comfortably quiet period of setting out plates and glasses, Amy’s eyes turned to the prize as she picked up one of the bottles and began to unwrap the plastic around the cork.

Her eyebrows wriggled at me. ‘You wanna pop it? It is your big Vogue celebration after all?’

Realizing that would only cause me more discomfort, I lightly shook my head and gestured for her to go ahead.

As she poured some into the flutes, she side-eyed me. ‘You’re awfully quiet… you okay?’ She inquired as she handed me my glass.

‘Mhmm.’ I nodded, accepting the glass and immediately putting it down onto the counter next to me and my hardly touched food (that in itself was probably a red flag).

‘Let me rephrase that; what’s wrong Adrian?’ She frowned slightly. ‘You normally love Tower’s food?’

Her face fell a touch, and I could tell she was disappointed that I wasn’t as excited as she was for us to catch up.

‘I do! No, I love this!’ I attempted to assure her. God, I felt awful now. This wasn’t how our first proper night reunited was supposed to be! ‘It’s just- I fell when I was running earlier, and I got pretty banged up, that’s all.’

Upon her maternal insistence that went beyond assistant duty, I took the PG route and slipped the fabric off my shoulder and showed her the deepened purple abyss forming onto my skin and then proceeded to just tell her about the butt business.

‘Ho-ly fuck! Adrian, that’s gnarly!’ She grimaced.

I shrugged my shoulders as I pulled the wool back up, only to wince at the pain again.

Fucking Chelsea...

Now completely unwilling to have our reunion spoilt by my injuries alone, Amy set about creating a makeshift “ass fort” for me, in which my butt would feel fully supported for the night as we caught up on each other.

I smiled genuinely at her, because how could I not? Spinning around and taking a bite of the food and a sip of the champagne, I decided to just forget about the events of today. For the time being at least.

‘I’m gonna pee and then when I get back, we shall feast!’ I informed her as I spun and made for the bathroom.

‘Have you seen that new show everyone’s talking about? Stranger People? Or Stranger Things? Something…’ She asked, picking up my laptop to browse Netflix.

‘Nope!’ I called back to her.

‘Perfect!’

I walked back down the hall, pulling my sweater closer, when I stopped, catching sight of Amy’s somewhat unreadable face.

‘What?’ I laughed nervously, a little thrown by her serious expression. She looked at me like I was a puppy about to be put down or something.

‘You left your internet browser open…’

‘So? I-’ I began before it suddenly dawned on me.

After telling myself I was going to leave it all alone, I had proceeded to do the exact opposite. As usual.

I had googled Chelsea’s role, her casting, everything... I just wanted to find something that would give me any kind of information as to what her proximity to Chris was going to be. And, inevitably, I came up short.

And now I had been caught.

I shifted awkwardly, not knowing how I could possibly go about defending my actions.

‘I’m pathetic, I know.’ I relented.

With her eyes still sorrowful, Amy shifted the laptop across her lap and patted the couch next to her.

‘I can’t,’ I called to her, feeling like an idiot, ‘my butt hurts when I sit on it.’

She stood up and immediately made her way over. ‘You have every right to feel uncomfortable about this Adrian, I’m not judging!’

I let her pull me in for a gentle side hug. I’d be lying if I said that there wasn’t a part of me that just simply wanted to burst into tears. But I knew I deep down, I’d save those for later when I was alone. Like always.

After a short while, Amy spoke up. ‘You know what you gotta do, right?’ Her voice was a little stern, like a parent telling their child they should go apologize for something.

I looked up at her briefly before looking away again. ‘I’m not telling Chris.’

‘What!? Of course, you’re telling him!’ Amy declared, pulling away, exasperated. ‘Why wouldn’t you!?’ She held her hand to her head for a second and looked around her. ‘Wow… I legit just got Déjà vu.’

I looked at her like she was out of her mind before pulling away entirely and using my hand to gesture a fake phone.

‘Suuuure, yeah! “Hey baby! Look, I know we’ve only been dating a couple months and not to come across like a complete psycho or anything but do me a favor? Go ahead and just never go near, speak to, look at or even breathe the same air as your new co-star. She’s a man-stealing bitch and I’m afraid you’ll take one look at her and realize I’m trash. ‘Kay? Great!” NO. THANK. YOU!’

Amy rolled her eyes heavily at my pitiful excuse for sarcasm.

‘Noooo... I was thinking more “Hey baby, I know this is a little out of the blue, but I was wondering if we could have a chat about something that I know, in the long run, is going to make me feel uncomfortable and I’d rather us just be on the same page about it now whilst it’s still a non-issue”.’

I stayed silent, firm in my usual method of just burying my head under the sand until it all went away.

‘Please don’t put yourself through this again, Adrian. Not now. Not when you were just starting be happy again.’ Amy begged, before wisely dropping the subject.

Her words, though justified, we’re still contributors to the growing pit in my stomach.

Over the following few days, as reluctant as I was to take Amy’s advice, I wasn’t exactly not considering it either.

Aside from texting, (Facetime was now a bust thanks to my newly obliterated phone screen), Chris and I had spoken on the phone a grand total of three times. And, whilst I always had good intentions in place, it felt like anytime I would build myself up and take the deep breath to talk about it, something cut in.

The first time, it was his assistant Jake wanting to discuss an addition to his already demanding schedule for the day before Chris was due at the gym for a training session.

(Before I left LA, Chris had told me about how he was going to start grinding hard with all his work commitments; to be able to go home to Boston a day or two early for Thanksgiving. So, I knew, deep down, that add-ons were only going to set him off into a bad mood.)

The second time, I had called in the middle of him watching a game with a few friends he had over. Bless his heart, Chris had tried his best not to blow me off, but I could tell by his distant voice and Scott’s constant ‘FUCK OFF, ON WHAT PLANET IS THAT A FOUL!?’ background jeers, that now was just not the right time.

With this “cold feet” motion in place, the third time… well, that one was on me.

‘God, I can’t wait to be done.’ Chris yawned into the phone, his voice echoing as he clearly entered his bathroom. ‘I just have a table read tomorrow and then I’m free as a bird!’ I could feel him beaming as his voice broke up in what appeared to be a stretch.

‘… for a week that is.’ He clarified, reluctantly.

I lifted my head up and away from the suitcase I was packing to take to my parent’s house; my cracked phone almost slipping from my hand in the process. ‘Table read?’

‘Yep!’ I could hear a cabinet open and close.

‘Is it a big one? With the whole cast?’ I asked, sinking onto the heels of my feet before immediately lifting myself back up at the pressure it had put on my healing butt.

‘I don’t know actually,’ he answered, appearing to wonder himself. ‘Probably. I guess there’s a lot of new people joining the cast, so they’ll probably wanna get the introductions out of the way. They did it for Civil War and some of the other movies.’ He explained before his voice descended into a dating infomercial voice, ‘so it’ll be a bunch of “Hey there, I’m Chris, I’m 35 and I enjoy walking my dog and various sporting activities such as football, baseball and the odd round of golf. Welcome to the team!” bullshit around the table.’’

I managed a slight laugh before the smile on my face turned pained. What if she’s there tomorrow…

The lump in my throat was enough to choke me.

A ringing noise began to echo in my ear. It was like my mind was screaming “NOW’S THE PERFECT TIME! SAY IT! SAY IT!”

‘… Good luck, then. Hope it goes well!’

God, I really was pathetic.

I was currently sat at my parent’s dining table, with my knee bobbing like a manic and my eyes blinking every minute or so.

I know they say that a watched phone never rings, but thirty minutes ago, I had decided that that particular saying could go and fuck itself. And in return, it decided to be completely true.

‘Call you when I’m done with the table read. Probably around 3ish!’

My eyes flicked up and observed the 4:29PM time stamp on the wall clock. Chris’ text had all but consumed my first morning at my parent’s house.

‘You good? Somethin’ on your mind?’ My Dad voiced his concern as he came and sat two mugs down onto the dining table.

For someone who prided themselves on their close relationship with their family, it scared me how good I was at lying to them. But I suppose, having lied to them for well over a month about what Alex (and Chelsea) had done to me, I was accustomed to it.

‘I’m great, just waiting on a... business call.’ I shot him a half-smile.

‘Nothing to do with the guy, is it?’ He surveyed, settling into his seat.

‘No, he’s great!’ Because he was. He still is. I trusted Chris! Really, I did! But I had every reason in the world not to trust Chelsea…

‘Fair enough.’ He smiled, spooning some sugar into his coffee before reaching out to place a cup of green tea in front of me. ‘Well, whatever it is that’s got you all nervous, just know, it’ll be alright Adrian. Life has a funny way of working itself out sometimes.’

He reached out and let his hand rest on my knee, subtly calming it’s panicked jolts. I smiled warmly at him and picked up the tea he’d made for me. ‘Thank you.’

I just hoped to God he was right.

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A/N: As always, thank you SO much for reading!!!

I don’t see there being toooo many chapters left. 4 or 5 maybe?? That is such a scary prospect, I’ve been in and out of writing this for so long, I can’t imagine it ending haha! <3

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Do you have a master list? I keep scrolling to find the beginning and my phone keeps exiting out of the app 😅

Thank you so much for your dedication to the cause, lovely reader! Haha! I DO have a master list but I guess it only shows up on the top of my page when it’s a computer browser? (This is news to me!) I’m afraid that when it comes to the app, I’m so clueless! https://foslad.tumblr.com/fic This is the link for my master list and I just hope and pray it works for you! Thank you for taking the time to scroll and read!! Love love love <3

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hey! i just found your blog last night but i am getting ready to read part 19 of ATG; i've been GLUED to your story! :D going right along with adrian in her feelings - the nervousness, the doubt, the butterflies, the giant smiles. it's been so good! i am curious about how many chapters do you think you'll be writing for this fic?

Thank you sweet Anon, thank you SO much! These type of comments truly bring me so much happiness!! I adore it when people message me!

Ahhhh <3 I always cringe when people tell me they’ve read from the start because I reeeaaaaalllllyyy need to go back and edit out so many rookie mistakes and misspellings I made! I started it over a year and a half ago (the characters are still back in 2016, it’s taken me so long haha!!) and I’m so pleased and beyond grateful that my writing has progressed enough to get me this far and still continues to attract new people!

Great question! Not tooooo many left, I don’t think! I would sayyyy, at this point, maybe five or six? Our precious babies have one last hump to get over first! But for sure I’m starting to think about winding things down and finding ways to “full circle” everything.

Depending on how I end it, I’ll probably throw out a poll and see whether people would like to see a sequel or not! (Or if not, maybe an “Epilogue” kind of thing!)

Once again, thank you! I know this was a long and rambling response but I just love a sweet comment and I was just in a happy mood! Means so much!

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Almost Too Good (A Chris Evans Story): Part 19

A/N: I’m just going to go ahead and not set deadlines for myself because no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, something comes up and it doesn’t work out and I end up feeling 20x worse for it! (Maybe if I say nothing, it’ll have the opposite effect??) Having said that, I was recently hospitalized and I had quite a lot of spare time, so to speak, there... SO, for the first time in the entire history of this fic, I HAVE PRE-WRITTEN THREE CHAPTERS! SO EXPECT TWO MORE CHAPTERS BEFORE VALENTINES SWEET ONES!! <3

THIS ONE IS A LONG’UN, TO MAKE UP FOR MY ABSENCE! I adore you for reading my garbage, as always!

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One week later

‘Oh fuuuckkkkkkk!’ Chris whined frantically. He sat on the side of the bed and rammed his legs into each jean hole and stood up quickly; jumping up and down to get them in place and all buttoned up before finishing off with a determined zip up action.

Pulling the bed covers closer, I leant my elbow against the mattress and let my head rest against my hand as I watched on amused.

‘Oh, it’s all fun and games for you,’ he goaded before being unable to resist giving me a chaste kiss, ‘you don’t have a meeting to get to in-’, he quickly looked down and checked his watch, ‘FUCKKKKK 12 MINUTES!’

Turning around and grabbing his shoes, Chris launched himself into his bathroom and vigorously began brushing his teeth.

Spurred on by his intense panic, I finally decided to exit the bed and lightly began to search for my own clothing.

As I sifted the floor, I frowned when a pair of sad eyes, led in the corner, caught my own. Poor puppy hadn’t been taken out since last night and, with Chris and I’s unplanned decision to sleep in, it meant a walk was long overdue.

‘What about Dodger?’ I called, adding to Chris’ list of problems.

‘FUUUCCCKKKKK!’

His distant whine caused me to chuckle a little as I threw on his discarded t-shirt from last night’s shenanigans and walked out of the bedroom and down the hallway into his living area. I shuffled aside some papers on the coffee table and found Chris’ car keys for him before making my way over to his fridge to find something that he could eat in the car on the way.

Impressively, Chris emerged from the bedroom around a minute or so later, shrugging a jacket on, and met me beside the front door, smiling in gratitude when he caught site of the keys and apple I held up in each hand.

Accepting them with a quick kiss and a ‘Thank you! I’ll see you later!’, he grinned before rushing out of the door; slamming it on his way.

In turn, I leant my shoulder against the wall beside the door and smirked, calmly waiting...

Not ten seconds later, the door opened again, and an exasperated Chris gave off another ‘Fuccckkkkkkk! I forgot about Dodger!’

I smiled warmly at him. ‘I got it, Evans. Don’t worry!’

His eyebrows raised and, despite his apprehension, Chris and I both knew that he didn’t have much of a choice. ‘Yeah?’

I nodded, folding my arms affirmatively.

‘God, I owe you!’ Chris beamed, gracing my cheek with another kiss. ‘Just take him out into the back yard or something, ‘kay?’ And with that, the door banged shut once again.

Turning away, I eyed the loveable ball of fluff, who had followed Chris from the bedroom and sat patiently, only to be let down wholeheartedly by the slamming of the door.

I looked over and smiled at him, somewhat nervously. ‘Looks like it’s just you and me now, pal...’

His eyes looked to me and we both quirked our heads at one another. In the weeks that I’d gotten to know Dodger, I knew that there was nothing that dog loved more, than to hear Chris rattle his leash and take him out on a long adventure.

So I knew just taking him to go potty in the garden would be a disappointing experience all round for him.

Walking over to where he’d buried his head into his paws in depression, I bent down in front of him and stroked him gently. ‘You waannnnna, go for a walk?’

Like he could somehow understand what I was saying, Dodger’s ears pricked up, his eyes started to shine and his tail began to wag. It was suddenly Christmas morning to the pup!

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‘And he went with you?’

‘Mhmm.’

‘With no problems?’

‘Yep!’

I tucked my phone between my ear and shoulder and attempted to tape up the box I’d been working on. The Eyes of Nobody had wrapped a little over two weeks ago and thanks to a lethal combination of quality time with Chris and plain old procrastination, I was only now finally getting around to packing; and just in time too.

The lease on both Amy and I’s (barely used) apartment’s in LA were due up in the next week and despite having spent very little time in the place in the last few weeks, I had somehow managed to garner a fair amount of stuff in my time here! (Mostly clothes, I suppose… whoops!)

‘I’m… impressed... He-it’s just that-Dodger hates going for walks with people…’ Chris continued, unable to hide his puzzlement.

A shiver went up my spine with déjà vu as I recalled the time I had confronted him about his ex, Grace Jedd:

‘But not like that! I swear! We were together when I got Dodger. When he’s away from me… I- He doesn’t like to be with strangers too long; he’s a picky bastard like that! But for some annoying reason, he’s comfortable around Grace… so when I go out of town or I can’t have him about, she takes him for me.’

The line went dead for a few seconds before Chris once again inquired, ‘I-well-… he really went with you?’

‘Yeah… he really did.’ I confirmed, with a warm smile. I hadn’t thought much of the relationship that Dodger and I had been building over all this time, but it fulfilled me in a way I didn’t even know I needed.

Spurred on by this, my sudden good mood had landed me in a very giving mood.

There was still something I wanted to do before leaving for holidays and I knew that it was crunch time.

‘So, side note… I’ve been thinking...’ I began, taking care to elongate my words.

‘That tone sounds mischievous, Warner.’ Chris reacted suspiciously, taking a bite of whatever kind of salad he was having for lunch.

‘No mischief! Think of it more as… us, doing a good deed for some friends in need…’ I smiled, admittedly a little mischievously… not that he could see.

‘You’ve lost me.’

‘Well...’

‘You’re confident this is gonna work?’ Chris asked, for the millionth time, as he busied himself setting his dining room table in preparation for tonight.

‘Yes.’ I replied, for the millionth time. ‘I’m confident!’

‘It’s just, if it doesn’t, S-‘

‘Scott’s gonna kill you…’ I cut in, ‘I know.’

I shot Chris a sassy look before turning back to his slow cooker and setting a low temperature and a one-hour cooking time on the shrimp dish, (a somewhat healthier option than my norm for Chris’ sake), I had prepared as main course for this evening’s “gathering”.

I had only a of couple days left in LA before I needed to be back in New York to fulfill my final work commitment (for Vogue’s 73 Questions) before the holiday season and I’ll be damned if I was going to leave LA permanently without Scott and Michael actually doing something about the little “thing” they had going on.

Their reluctance to give in to their blatant attraction was beyond frustrating and suspenseful to me, so I had eventually come to the conclusion that they just needed some form of… friendly environment… to help reignite the spark again!

So, much to Chris’ hesitation, I set about organizing a secret three course “going away dinner” for myself and invited both Scott and Michael; and then purely “on accident” forgot to mention the presence of the other.

‘Stop worrying, it’ll be fiiiiiine!’ I reassured, feeling excited, ‘Don’t you wanna see Scott happy?’

‘Of course I do, it’s just,’ he exhaled, laying down the knives and forks, ‘don’t you think this kind of thing should be done a little more organically? Surely, if they both really wanted something, they would’ve done it by now…’

‘You’re so right,’ I pressed the lid down onto the food before turning around to face him, leaning my back against his kitchen counter, ‘organically… kind of like how, if it wasn’t for Michael, you’d still be “Friendy McFriend Friend” in my phone…’

I quirked my head, licked my teeth and shot him a shit eating grin. Rather triumphantly, Chris looked up with a somewhat unimpressed look on his face.

Shrugging my shoulders, I continued. ‘I’m just saying, it took you a kick in the butt to realize what you wanted…’

Pretending to sassily flick his head in mock offence, Chris adopted some form of camp voice to retaliate back at me. ‘Oh puh-llleeaassee, like it didn’t take you seeing me look overwhelmingly handsome in a ridiculously expensive Gucci suit to be like “damn, I suuuuuuuper messed up with that hottie.”

My eyes bugged and my mouth quickly formed into a little “o” as I coughed out a few “offended” laughs myself. ‘Is that supposed to be an impression of me?’

With the shit eating grin torch officially passed over, Chris slid over to me and wrapped an arm around my neck before pulling my unenthusiatic self in for a sweet little kiss.

‘Alright, maybe sometimes we all need a little kick in the butt.’ He agreed at last, his eyes twinkling down at me before reaching for another kiss. ‘This is a very cute idea Adrian, I’ll give you that.’

Glazing over my appearance one last time in the mirror, I gave a tiny little tousle of my hair before stepping back and twirling to make sure there was nothing on the black Elie Saab cocktail dress I had brought over.

Content with what I saw, I stepped forward and picked up the stud earrings I had laid out on the bathroom counter and proceeded to put them in anxiously, suddenly apprehensive with the hopes of tonight going well.

Flicking the light off and exiting the bathroom, I was instantly drawn to the back of Chris’ baseball cap adorned head as he sat over on the side of his bed and scrolled through his phone.

Raising my eyes to the ceiling, I thought about how I was going to approach the next few minutes…

I made my way over and stood off to the side, gazing down at his phone so that my shadow would hint at my presence. Chris immediately raised his head and it looked as though his eyes were going to bulge out when he saw my appearance. ‘Oh wow, look at you! You look nice!’

Bending down, I smiled as I settled myself over his knees and wrapped my arms around his neck, reaching for a small kiss.

Deciding to just rip the band aid off, I pulled back slightly and fluttered my eyelashes at him. ‘Thank you. So, are you… gonna change or?’

‘Change? Adrian, it’s dinner at my house.’

‘Yeah but this is special!’ Puppies didn’t have voices, but if they did, I was sure that I wasn’t too far off the mark. ‘I want it to be like, a proper thing, for them!’

Raising his eyebrow, unmoved, Chris replied. ‘A proper thing?’

‘Yeah, you know,’ picking at a little thread that had freed itself from the hem of my dress, I continued on with the puppy act, ‘we can’t go out to a fancy restaurant or anything, so I thought we could bring it to them…’

I lifted my eyes to him and I could see the guilt that was beginning to worm its way around Chris’ firm resilience to stay in that cap. Not wanting to be manipulative, I also gave a very solid reason for him dressing up. ‘Besides, Michael is under the impression he and I are going out for dinner anyways, so I don’t want him to feel over-dressed when he gets here!’

I knew I was cracking him, even his argument of how Scott would probably be casual since he’d been lured here under the ruse of just hanging out with Chris and I seemed weak when I refuted that he could just comfortably borrow a shirt from Chris. But having said that, the Scott I had come to know always looked good.

‘Pleassseee?’ I began to pepper his cheek in tiny kisses, willing him to give in.

If I was being honest with myself, I had to admit that this meal was also slightly for me. Or, us, I guess.

It was true, Chris and I didn’t go out to dinner. And whilst I always knew the sweet and protective reason behind Chris’ choice to do so, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the whole, dressing up and going out to different restaurants and trying all sorts of food part of a new relationship. As a firm foodie, I was saddened at all the good LA eateries I was missing out on by dating a handsome, chiseled movie star. *sigh* My life was so hard…

‘A’rite, a’rite, I’ll put a damn shirt on.’ He caved, causing me to leap up from his lap and squeal with glee.

As he reluctantly made his way into the hallway and towards his envious closet room, I excitedly called after him. ‘Ooo, put a black one on so we can match! In fact, can I pick it!?’

Chris turned around and walked backwards towards the door, a grin finally gracing his face as he clearly found my excitement at such a small detail amusing. ‘No!’

I had just finished lighting the last candle when Chris’ gate buzzed, signalling that one of the two men was here.

I had to pat myself on the back for making everything come together in such a short amount of time. The food was all cooked and ready, the wine was chilling, the table was set for four, and the ambient music I had on my iTunes was lowly playing in the background.

The table had been decorated in all the trimmings I had gotten on my way from my apartment to Chris’ place earlier. Some flowers, candle holders and napkins all played a role towards the romantic “double-date” ambience that I was aiming for.

With the lights slightly dimmed, Chris’ view looked even more spectacular than usual.

‘It’s Michael.’ Chris called from beside the door as he pressed a button and opened his security gate for him.

‘Fabulous! I was hoping he’d be first.’ I was very aware that, despite it’s already obvious uncomfortable nature, this was probably going to be a more “comfortable” environment for Scott than it would be for Michael; since this was his brother’s house and he had “allies” here, I guess.

I wanted to be sure that Michael was all settled before he got too overwhelmed at my blatant ambush of love.

The knock at the front door signaled Chris’ cue to leave and hang out in his bedroom until Scott texted him that he was here, like he always did. Stealing a quick kiss, I raised my hands to his cheeks and smiled genuinely at him.

‘Thank you for letting me be all Blind Date up in your house.’ I acknowledged as I kissed him again.

‘And for letting it be on your own brother.’

‘And for letting me pick out your shirt.’

‘And for being you.’

We both smiled at each other fondly on that last one. It was a phrase I had started saying a lot since my sister’s wedding and was now a reminder of just how lucky I was.

‘Are you trying to seduce me? Have we not already been over this?’ Michael teased as I handed him a glass of wine and joined him on Chris’ couch. The place did look very romantic… ‘Seems kinda fucked to do the dirty on your man in his own home.’

Continuing the ruse, I waved him off and joked, ‘Nah, Chris doesn’t mind. I think he’s just happy I’ve made a friend here. Probably thinks it’s just another reason to consider LA as a permanent feature or something.’

Crossing one leg over the other and taking a sip of the wine, Michael eyed me curiously. ‘Would you?’

‘Would I what?’

‘Ever consider LA a permanent feature?’

I blinked at him, causing him to quickly clarify himself. ‘In the distant future, that is.’

I then paused, attempting to transition over to the now serious topic.

I knew what it would spell out for a lot of my life. Job opportunities were here, a lot of old, and new, co-stars and friends lived here. And above anything, Chris was here.

It was no secret that I hated everything about LA but the contentment I had felt these last few weeks, just hanging out and constantly being in Chris’ company and really developing our relationship, at a sometimes too rapid of a speed, had me feeling as though anything was possible.

Sometimes it scared me how, in actuality, Chris and I hadn’t been dating that long. For a relationship that had so many stop-start moments, it was a miracle we were here in the first place.

‘I mean, it-I, no. Honestly? No.’ I admitted, causing Michael’s shoulders to slump slightly.

My heart was in New York. My family. My dearest friends. My agent. My home. My entire life was there. Right now, there was nothing I wanted more than to jump on my own bed back in my apartment and trawl through my closet and bathe in my own tub and walk the streets all bundled in an over-sized scarf and wear sweaters again!

And go out to eat, without the fear someone’s just lurking in the shadows, waiting to swoop in and take a crotch shot of you.

In many ways, I was happy that the holidays were coming up to help distract from the fact that Chris and I hadn’t even remotely discussed how we were going to work our relationship going into the New Year. Once his sweet invite to Robert Downey Jr’s Gala was over, we were officially back to being long distance again and with our track record, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy; especially considering how close we had gotten recently.

Clambering up from his little wicker basket in the corner, Dodger decided that now, of all times, would be the best time to come and lay his head on my lap and gaze up at me. “But what about me?” His eyes said. “What about Chris?”

As the puppy wretched my soul in a dilemma that was already killing me daily, I prayed for the topic to be miraculously dropped when the sound of Chris exiting his room echoed.

Scott was here.

Quickly looking over to Michael, I raised his glass to his confused mouth and coaxed him into taking a couple more gulps of his drink. He’d thank me later for it…

…I’m sure.

I had lost count on the number of times Chris and I’s knees had hit under the table.

In the beginning, it was our way of making the other start up more conversation to fill the awkward silence that would interlope everyone’s already nervous attempt at making conversation.

However, by the end of the main course and around the second/third glass of wine, the knee knocking was our way of communicating the grins we wanted to beam when Scott and Michael would start a conversational topic with us and then just run away with each other as though we weren’t there.

‘Adrian, are you kidding me with this food!?’ Michael had beamed at me as he took another bite of the shrimp.

‘Oh my God, she made this stuffing a couple of weeks ago. Heavenly!’ Scott had interjected before I could convey my gratitude.

Chewing gratefully, I watched on as Michael and Scott quickly swerved from me to each other in seconds. Again.

‘Mmm! You know, food like this reminds me of when I was in France-’

‘Oh I’d LOVE to go to France -‘

‘It’s amazing, I’ve been four times! Let me tell you now, do Paris once and then move on! Where you really wanna be going is-’

They could barely get a word in edge way with each other, never mind Chris and I. It was the spark that I’d seen the night they’d met, when we were all at Roamers and it filled my heart to no end to see that it was still there.

“Everyone needs a kick up the butt sometimes…”, I smiled to myself.

Watching them thoughtfully, I reached down under the table and held Chris’ hand in my own. We both turned to each other and held eye contact for a second, contentment radiating throughout the household.

‘Nice shirt.’ I commented, the other two completely oblivious to us now.

‘Thanks, picked it myself.’ He quipped with a smile.

‘Alright, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!’ Chris hollered as we stood in the doorway and watched Scott and Michael conveniently Uber home together, after discovering they didn’t live too far away from one another.

‘$20 says they only make one stop.’

‘Erh, I love a bet as much as the next guy but…that’s my baby brother, so… no comment.’

And with that, we twirled around and back through the front door.

I walked towards the table to start to clear up our mess as Chris turned to his security panel and locked the gate. The evening had been so enjoyable, and I felt all the more better for helping two people that had become very dear to me find a common ground to push off of in terms of a potential relationship.

Stacking the dishes and bringing them over to the sink, I clocked Chris slowly strolling towards the kitchen, a goofy grin on his face.

‘You know, I haven’t seen Scott open up like that towards a guy in… well, ever.’ He mused.

I flicked my head back from where I had begun to run the water to rinse the dishes and smiled. ‘See! I told you it was gonna work! Ye who have little faith!’

I returned my attention to the plates and contently began scrubbing. There was a satisfying thirty second silence before Chris’ hand was reaching over me; suddenly the tap was being turned off and a kiss was being placed onto the back of my shoulder.

‘Leave those.’

His lips then moved to the point between where my neck and shoulder met and I could hear myself exhale in anticipation. Only slightly further up was the place where Chris and I had recently discovered was my “sweet spot”.

‘You’re so… perfect.’ He breathed as he delicately hovered over the spot, causing me to snort at the inaccurate statement. God was I far from it.

Chris’ hand rested firmly on my hip before spinning me around so that I was now facing him. His face held a calm but somewhat serious expression.

I cocked my head at him, urging him to divulge whatever seemed to be suddenly bothering him.

But instead, he remained silent.

In his place, I ran my fingers through his hair comfortingly and smiled lazily. ‘How am I supposed to last a whole month without seeing you, hmm?’

‘…Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve done it.’ He offered, attempting to rouse a smile before his expression quickly turned back.

We stayed silent for another moment or so, still in each other’s hold. It soon became obvious that he wasn’t done; there really was something on his mind.

And somehow, part of me already knew what that thing was.

Having previously thought about all this earlier when Michael had inquired, I decided not to get too worked up about it. What good was that gonna do?

I wasn’t great when worked up about something; I’ll admit that.

‘This has been such a wonderful evening, let’s not do this now.’ Stepping up slightly, our lips met; but with Chris’ abrupt urgency, our sweet little kiss was swiftly engulfed with such a passion, it clouded my brain a little.

‘Tomorrow’s a brand-new day.’ I soothed as I pulled away from him before gripping his hand and slowly sliding out of the kitchen and the living area and towards the hallway.

Half way down, Chris glued himself to the spot, causing me to turn around. His eyes were unreadable, but his mouth continued to remain in that straight, calm, line.

I eyed him again. ‘What!?’ I chuckled, tugging at his hand slightly.

Shaking his head, a smirk began to form as he released my grip to move forward and pull our hips together to walk the rest of the way to his room.

‘Nothin’.’

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You are a very beautiful and kind person to have made it to the end of this chapter. THANK YOU! NEW CHAPTER IN A FEW DAYS!!

This is my first post of 2018, so I hope it finds you all well, happy and living your best lives!!! Allllllll the love, as alllllwaaayysss!!! <3

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Almost Too Good (A Chris Evans Story): Part 18

A/N: I made an entirely separate post detailing my excuses as to why this took so long and my thoughts and feelings about this chapter, so check it out if you wish! Otherwise, HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU ALL <3

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‘Uh, I’ll be brief with my speech. Partly because I don’t like giving speeches; mostly because we have to give the studio space back in twenty-five minutes…’ Ben announced to a low hum of laughter before continuing.

‘…So as most of you are aware, this hasn’t been the easiest year for me, by a long shot, and I just wanted all of you to know that your hard work and commitment to this project has been the sole reason I was able to get out of bed every morning and not feel like I was the world’s biggest loser.’

My face fell into a sympathetic frown, along with the rest of the cast and crew, as I held my solo cup close to my chest and watched on as THE Ben Affleck poured his heart out to us atop a chair.

‘This project has been my baby for a long time and I’m stoked to see it come alive with the help of all of you. So,’ He raised his cup in a toast and we all followed suit, ‘cheers to The Eyes Of Nobody and its future endeavors! No matter what the outcome, it’s been a pleasure rocking with you guys!’

A round of claps and woo’s greeted Ben as he stepped down from the chair and we all engaged in a sip of cheap wine bought with the left-over change from the extended budget from the production company.

Well that was it. It was mid-November and the movie was officially wrapped.

As everyone began to mingle around the makeshift wrap party, I clocked eyes with Ben’s accountant Michael and shot him a wink as he made his way over to me; solo cup in hand. He and I had become “close buddies” as Ben liked to call it, since he had convinced himself that his “matchmaking skills” were out of this world…

‘What the hell am I supposed to do now!?’ He declared dramatically, taking a big glug of the wine.

Rolling my eyes, I raised an eyebrow at him. ‘You could try, oh I don’t knoooowww, going on a date?’ I teased, leaning in to poke his chest, only for him to shoot me a sheepish look whilst extending his glug of the wine to an outright chug.

Michael and Chris’ brother Scott had been in constant contact via text since I’d introduced them all those weeks ago yet neither had grown a pair big enough to take it to the next level; each expecting the other to kick start it.

‘Hush up.’ He croaked before looking around glumly at the now closed set. ‘So, lay it on me, when are you back off to the Big Apple? And more importantly, when can I come visit?’

I paused for thought, unable to give him an exact answer.

90% of myself couldn’t wait to get back home; to gladly settle back into routine and all that jazz. I couldn’t physically remember the last time I had sat down and watched a movie or taken time for myself to browse through shops and online for new and exciting clothing pieces or even walked through Central Park as a daily reminder of just how lucky I was. At this point I had even gone so far as to start up a Pinterest page, pinning different recipes I wanted to try out when I finally had the time.

I felt a little foreign to myself and of course, like a true New Yorker, I blamed LA for that.

But naturally there was a remaining 10% that, despite being small in number, weighed me down like an anchor…

‘Soon, I guess… I haven’t had the time to discuss it with my assistant yet.’ I blagged.

Thankfully, something I had grown to notice, and was therefore extremely thankful, about Michael was that he had a short attention span. Instead of paying attention to my answer, he decided to indulge in some good ol’ fashioned gossip instead.

‘I’m even losing Ben to it, you know…’

‘To what, New York?’ I asked, suddenly intrigued.

‘Mhmm.’ He nodded, lifting his cup high and finishing off his wine. ‘Between you and me, I think that his little tete-a-tete with that SNL producer is more than just a passing fling. He’s spending the holidays with Jen and the kids, but he’ll be flying back and forth in-between... If you know what I’m saying…’

Oh, the holidays… My favourite time of year! Even the thought of it brought a warm and cosy sensation to my heart. We were a week away from Thanksgiving and I was delighted to have the holiday period completely signed off to nothing but family, laughter, fun and above all else, food…

As a few crew members around us began to pack away the last few fragments of the set, Michael turned and asked, ‘Please tell me your coming to the actual wrap party at Roamers?’

I smiled wide and shook my head. ‘Nope! I have a prior engagement I’m afraid.’

He raised his eye brows sarcastically. ‘Is this “engagement” six foot, with a body like an athlete on his way to the Olympics?’

I smiled even wider. ‘It suuuuure is. I’m teaching him how to make stuffing, the right way, for his Thanksgiving meal with his family.’

‘Sounds like a bucket of fun,’ He jested, ‘and let me guess, the turkey’s not the only thing getting stuf-’

I clapped my hand over his mouth and light-heartedly glared at him. ‘Nuh uh uh, none of that, thank you very much.’

‘Lots of that…’ He whispered when I removed my hand. I rolled my eyes but admittedly, I was still grinning ear to ear as I sipped the last of my wine.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t floating on Cloud 9 right now. What happened after the night of Gracey’s wedding was like something out of a movie. It was as though I was living out some sort of glorious fantasy that never went away, even when I pinched myself.

Chris and I had travelled back to LA together the day after my sister’s wedding and I was convinced my happiness was enough to cure world peace.

As I sat on the flight, next to a dozing Chris, gazing out at the orange and yellow hue that had begun to court the pale blue sky, signalling dusk, it occurred to me that I was truly smiling.

And my smile only grew wider when I realised that there was so many reasons as to why I could be smiling right now.

I was heading back to finish off a project that made me feel fulfilled in my acting career; my assistant Amy had informed me that she would be coming back to work full time in the new year (but was now capable of helping me long distance in the meantime), my family were all radiating with joy and love after such a magical weekend and Chris and I were finally pushing forward to bigger and better things.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, I began to feel like the old Adrian again. There was no sadness in me, there were no worries; hell, there wasn’t even any fear anymore.

Just pure contentment.

The view of the sunset from the plane seemed extra spectacular that day. I even took a notion and snapped a try-hard “hipster” picture for my currently dormant Instagram that hadn’t been shown any TLC in almost two years. I cornily captioned it;

When you have every reason in the world to smile; it’s kinda cool when it smiles back at you.

‘No! What part of gently fold it in registers in your brain as mix it into oblivion!?’ I reprimanded, yanking the spoon out of Chris’ hand and bopping him out of the way with my hip. From my peripheral, I could see the outline of Scott double back in laughter as he watched Chris and I try to navigate the kitchen together with a beer in hand from the island.

Observing me stir the mixture, Chris’ voice began to raise in protest. ‘You’re doing exactly what I did!’

‘No, I’m not! I’m “gently”, GENTLLLYYYYYYY, folding it in!’

‘Looks pretty fucking similar to me!’ He argued, taking a swig of his beer and shooting Scott a playful look.

‘Uhhh, who’s the teacher and who’s the learner here Evans!?’ I replied, tipping the delicious substance out onto a baking tray.

‘I’m just sayin’!’ He held his hands up in innocence as I placed the tray into the pre-heated oven and picked up my own beer for a smug swig. ‘Well, wait until you taste it, then you’ll see why we “fold”!’

As we waited for the goodness to cook, the boys decided to take the time to grill me on a certain topic that, in general, I had been trying to avoid in my everyday life; so as to not psyche myself out.

‘How’s the training for your Justice League audition coming along?’ Scott asked, after being let in on my little secret a couple of weeks ago and then promptly made to swear to keep silent about it.

Today marked exactly one week after I had received the call from my agent Magda to tell me all systems were ago as far as the audition and truthfully, I was still trying to mentally wrap my mind around it all, never mind even think of the physicality involved.

‘I mean, I gym twice a week, like always, if that’s what you’re asking?’ I hadn’t taken any measures out of my daily routine to prepare…Why should I? I wasn’t even going to get the role for crying out loud!

‘For how long? What do you do when you’re there? You got a trainer?’ Chris questioned intensively.

‘Whoa, whoa, whoa slow down. I do my own thing, like I’ve always done.’ I replied casually.

‘You reckon that’s enough? You feel fit and strong?’ He crossed his arms and eyed me closely.

‘Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.’ I responded defensively. Okay, so I’ve only ever taken to the gym to be able to justify eating whatever I want, but whatever! They didn’t need to know that!

‘Cool.’ Chris stuck his bottom lip out slightly and nodded. There was a solid twenty second silence as he took one last determined swig of beer before laying the bottle down with a bit of force onto the countertop. ‘You. Me. Pull up competition. Right now.’

With that declaration, he pushed himself away from the counter and began to make his way to the glass door that led to his backyard.

‘What!?’ I called after him, shooting Scott a ‘is he for real!?’ look.

‘You heard me!’ His voice trailed off as he exited out of the door.

The sky was starting to get dark but Chris’ garden was well lit. I begrudgingly trailed after him as he walked past his pool and over to the tall oak tree situated towards the side of his garages.

The tree was thick and strong; with Chris reaching up and placing all his weight on it to see if it would hold up. ‘Alright, seems sturdy enough.’ He deduced as he jumped back down.

Standing under it, I gazed up in intimidation. ‘I can’t even reach it’- was my first excuse.

It took all of two seconds for Chris to bend down behind me and wrap his biceps around my knees, swooping me up with ease so that I was eye level with the branch.

‘But what if I fall!?’ - came the second excuse.

‘Well then we’ll scrap the competition and I’ll just stay here to catch you in case you do fall.’ He countered once again. ‘C’mon, grab the branch.’

‘What if it cuts my hands?’ - marked my last feeble attempt. Now that I was closer, the branch did seem a little old and sharp…ish.

‘Just grab the damn branch Warner!’ He ordered, using his strength to give my body a little jolt upwards.

‘Okay, okay!’ Reaching out and wrapping my hands around it, taking a few seconds to secure my grip firmly.

‘You got it? Am I good to let go?’ He slowly let go and lingered for a second to check I wasn’t going anywhere before stepping away. I hung there like a moron, my legs flailing slightly like a child as I tried to keep my balance in check. Chris stepped towards me again and laid his hands on my legs.

‘Knees together and then lift and cross your feet behind your back.’ He ordered. I could already feel the burn in my arms as I followed his instructions and I hadn’t even started yet.

Once he was happy with my posture and positioning, he glared up. ‘I want ten pull ups.’

Okay, that’s not too bad… Ten should be okay…

Harnessing every piece of strength that I’d gathered from lifting light dumbbells for the past nine years, I raised myself up towards the branch and lifted my chin over it.

‘One.’ Chris called out.

Easing myself back down, I felt a sense of achievement. Alright! My first ever pull up! Go Adrian!

Nine more, not so bad…

The next time I felt the burn even more, but I managed it at least. ‘Two.’

When I eased myself down the second time, my arms began to feel the ache a hell of a lot more than they already did.

Mustering the strength for the third one was not so easy. I could feel myself starting to laugh at my own pathetic excuse for upper body strength, but the laughing only made my stomach hurt more and thus caused me to use up more energy.

‘Still two.’ Chris counted, doing his best not to laugh alongside Scott, who had long lost it. Clearly, I was the entertainment for the evening.

My legs had become undone slightly in hopes of helping me complete my fitness mission.

‘Nope! Keep your legs crossed at the back or I won’t count it!’ Chris’ arms were now folded as he started to stare up at me smugly.

‘It’s hard!’ I whined.

‘What? I thought you said you were “up to date” with this training?’ He used the bunny ear gesture to quote me directly before crossing his arms again.

I frowned but refused to give in. Gathering all my strength, I started up once more; unfortunately vocalising every piece of pain I felt - But I made it!

‘Three.’

‘Ohhhhh my God.’ I panted. Why was this so hard???

‘I’ll compromise at five. Get to five and we’ll call it even.’ Chris bargained, leaning back against the tree.

Two more agonising pull ups, which took what felt like hours to complete, followed. Chris moved forward and stepped under me, lightly wrapping his arms around my legs again. ‘Okay, drop down.’

Delighted to be rid of the pain, I let go and slid down into his grip. Chris clenched a little tighter just before my feet hit the ground so that I was now eye level with him. His eyes screamed in triumph as he waited for me to admit that I wasn’t “up to date” with my “training” at all.

Instead however, I simply let out a deep breath through my nose and wrapped my arms around his neck. ‘If you weren’t so cute, I’d be very pissed right now.’

‘Blegh.’ Scott declared before heading back inside to check on the oven.

‘Pissed at what? The fact you have the upper body strength of a kitten?’ Chris inquired as he turned his attention backed to me and lifted his eyebrow in self-satisfaction.

I shot him an unimpressed look in return before pulling away.

With a light chuckle, he lightly wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we trudged back into the house. ‘I was just trying to show you that “fitness” and “strength” are actually two very different things. It’s not about waiting to get the role and then starting training; you gotta show them what you’re made of from the off! Stay ahead of the competition, if you will.’ He squeezed me lightly, causing me to look up at him.

‘You could really slam this audition if you put your mind to it, you know.’

I smiled softly, recalling a similar pep talk I’d received from Ben a couple of weeks ago. I could feel myself light up inside at how supportive he was being; even if that “support” meant that my arms felt like they were about to fall off any second.

‘You should work on your weight lifting and think about getting yourself a trainer.’ Chris advised as he made his way over to the sink to pour me a glass of water whilst Scott declared that there was five minutes left on the timer.

‘Can I hire you?’ I asked half joking, half not.

‘No can-do kiddo, I have my own training to do. Infinity War is coming up and Poppa don’t get in shape as easily as he used to.’

‘Suuuure,’ I teased, gladly accepting the water, ‘because you look so terrrrible right now.’

‘Well, I certainly don’t look like Captain America that’s for sure.’ He replied before sighing and gazing over at the oven. ‘I mean, if we’re being real, I prooooobably shouldn’t even be eating stuffing right now either.’

I squeaked at his blasphemous tone. ‘Stuffing is always okay!’ I walked over and placed my hands on his cheeks and squeezed so his lips puffed up to attention. ‘Stuffing is good for the soul! Say it with me! Stuuuffing is good for the souuul.’

‘Preach it girl!’ Cried Scott from his position at the fridge, as he retrieved three more beers.

No more than ten minutes later, I arrogantly watched on as the two boys went to indulgence heaven and back as they tucked into my creation. I took great pleasure in scolding Chris on how the flavours and different textures of the stuffing would’ve been destroyed had he continued to mash them to death like he had been.

The tail end of dinner took a turn when Scott notified us of the text he had received from one of his roommates. One of them had left their keys at home and with Scott being the only one left in LA this late in the upcoming holiday season, it inevitably made him the only one to be able to help. So, we bid him goodbye as we continued to gorge on stuffing.

After binging three episodes of a new series we’d discovered on Netflix, I sat on Chris’ bed, on top of the covers, and glanced through my emails.

All were mostly worked-related; one was about maintenance that needed to be done to my apartment back in New York and then one, I noticed, seemed to catch my eye for the right kind of reason.

After reading it through, a small smile spread across my face and I found myself calling out to Chris in his en-suite.

‘Did you get the email about the Fashion Awards?’ We’d been invited, as representatives of Gucci, to present one of the awards at the ceremony.

‘Oh, yeah, Jake mentioned something about an awards thing. In England, right?’

‘Mhmm! Would you wanna do it?’ It wasn’t compulsory or in our contract to have to do such events, so I felt like I already knew his answer before he even spoke.

‘Eh.’ Chris shrugged before waving it off and walking back into the bathroom; signalling that he wasn’t even interested, never mind entertaining it.

I nodded and smiled, albeit a little sadly, as I pretended to agree with him.

It was the third thing we’d turned down in the space of a month.

The first being an Elle pictorial spread that had been in the works for weeks due to the popularity of our commercial, 2.5 million views and counting at this point. Chris had decided at the last minute, however, that it would just bring unwanted attention to us and that I should just do it by myself.

But of course, they weren’t interested in just me.

The second was an invite to the launch of Gucci’s new Fall Collection. Off the bat I knew that kind of thing wasn’t Chris’ cup of tea, although I had half-hoped he might’ve been swayed with the knowledge of how much that kind of thing means to me and that we could get away with going together because we were still technically “co-workers”. Alas, I attended that one alone.

The Fashion Awards made it a trio and to say it was a little disheartening, was an understatement.

Obviously, I wasn’t completely clueless. I knew deep down he was just trying to protect and preserve what we had. We’d still managed to evade being public knowledge and that was something Chris was passionate about keeping for as long as possible.

Unlike our early days, nearly every evening was spent at Chris’; which was totally fine! Spending time with him was so beyond fulfilling and I was so lucky to have him! It was night’s like tonight, cooking and chilling together, that really brought a special warmth to my heart.

But I’d be lying if I said we weren’t lacking in most aspects outside of that. There were no dates, no dinners out, no movie trips. I wasn’t even allowed to walk Dodger with him. Something as simple as walking down the street and holding hands or going to the grocery store were also out of the question.

Menial tasks that I ached to do.

And I knew he had done them in the past. A quick google search would should him going on dates or holding hands with past lady friends…

But I knew that kind of thinking was toxic. I had become good at steering away from stupid thoughts like that after the promise I had made to Chris to just trust him.

I didn’t doubt Chris or his feelings, it was just the way things were that made it harder for me to adjust to. I wasn’t as big of a “celebrity” (nor did I ever wish to be) as Chris and, up until we started dating, could happily walk around and go about my business without having anybody give a shit. Even outside of my relationship, I was still able to do that. Stupid little things like fashion award shows and clothing launches, I’ll admit, were still fun little ventures to me that meant a different kind of night out to the usual routine.

But of course, I knew that as soon as Chris and I did become public knowledge, I could probably wave that goodbye. Still…

I hadn’t realised I’d been staring into space until the bathroom light clicked off and Chris emerged, zipping up a jacket and grabbing a cap from the side.

‘Alright, I’ll be back soon. Just gonna take Dodger out real quick.’ He informed me as he bent down to give me a parting kiss. I watched intently as he attached the leash to the dog’s collar.

‘Can I come?’ I chanced. It was dark out and already gone 10:30pm, I doubt paparazzi patrolled his street at this time of night on the off chance he might walk out of his door. Besides, in the one in a million chance that they might be, the picture would be too dark anyway; surely.

I just wanted to hold his hand. Outside. That’s it. That’s all I needed.

He struggled to form words as he tried to figure out a way of gently letting me down that didn’t just involve an outright ‘no’.

‘Please? I hate being here on my own...’ I begged, knowing full well it was probably going to make him feel a little guilty. Sure, I wasn’t being wholly honest but even I could see that the truth seemed slightly embarrassing and needy.

A small frown appeared on his face as he made his way back over to me; leaning down again to kiss my cheek. ‘I’m only gonna be gone ten minutes, Adrian, I promise!’

He had paused for my reaction, but Dodger’s light whimpering pressured me into reluctantly nodding my head.

‘…Okay.’ I whispered, allowing him to lean forward for one last peck.

Chris wasn’t stupid. He probably knew deep down that my request was deeper than just a fear of being alone.

To Chris’ credit, the front door sounded not ten minutes later and a content Dodger trotted down the hallway and into the bedroom; closely followed by his owner.

I picked up the remote and turned down the volume on the random World’s Wildest Police Chases episode I was watching and looked over as Chris entered the bedroom. Smiling, I scooted over and made room for him in the bed.

As he undressed, I decided to break the slightly awkward silence by asking if we could watch Conan tonight. I was happy to see a smile appear across his face as he crawled under the covers next to me.

‘You don’t have to keep asking Adrian, we watch it every night.’

We continued the silence, although now a little more content, as we listened to Zac Efron talk to Conan about the upcoming Baywatch reboot he was shooting on a low volume. We were half-way through the interview when Chris finally spoke up.

‘I feel bad about earlier.’

‘Don’t! It’s okay,’ I reached over and rubbed his cheek affectionately, ‘I understand why you said no.’

A minute or so passed, I had returned my attention back to the screen, when he spoke again.

‘Listen, I was gonna ask you a little closer to the time, but I guess now is a good a time as any.’ Chris sat up and cleared his throat a little. ‘Every year, around New Year’s, Downey throws this fundraiser for a charity of choice. It changes every year.’ He rambled.

I listened intently, but I’d be lying if I said my eyes weren’t widening by the second.

‘Anyways, there’s no red-carpet bullshit but people still dress up and it’s for a good cause, so I try and make it every year.’

‘That’s nice of you.’ I replied, although my tone was willing him to continue.

‘Would you, maybe, wanna go… with me… this year?’

My lips trembled as I fought back a big, fat, beaming smile.

‘Sure.’ I replied as casually as I could, but it was obvious he could see right through me. ‘I should be free.’

He grinned at me as we returned our eyes to the screen but within seconds, I had turned back and smacked my lips against his. Forgoing Conan for the night, I decided to show him just how I grateful I was for his suggestion.

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If you read this one through, YOU ARE A GOD! THANK YOU! New chapter SOON!! Special shout out to mrs-captain-evans and elphabathropp for playing a huge part in my return to writing! I’m sorry I suck but I love you for caring!! <3

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I’M ALLLLLIIIIIVVVEEEE!

(I was going to have this as my chapter opening but it’s too long and really, who cares what little ol’ me has to say? Haha! So I’ve made it a post on it’s own with no hashtags, for those who care to listen to my lame excuses and apologies!)

Happy Christmas to a chapter I’ve written and re-written and re-written around fifteen times at this point, no joke. I’ve had them off doing so many things and in so many scenarios and honestly; All. Trash. I know at the end of the last chapter I was going to have them go to his cabin. Nope, that was scrapped too.

And, by all means, feel free to understand that what I am about to upload is also, trash. In my absence, I’ve really lost faith in my writing ability.

But it’s Christmas time and I can’t recall the last time I uploaded and for that, I am WHOLLY sorry because that’s the trashiest thing about it all.

I’m also sorry for what I deem to be a boring upcoming chapter, but my love for the people who have taken the time to read my story outweighs my own self doubt, so please accept it! <3

But mainly, HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS AND ANONS <3 Or if you don’t celebrate Christmas, then Season’s Greetings, Happy Holidays, Happy Hanukkah! Regardless of what it is that any of us celebrate, I wish this time of year to be a joyful, prosperous time and for you all to be surrounded by love and positivity!

Sweet reader, I thank you again for your support in 2017 <3

Hope to be a better Author in 2018!

(My goal is to have another chapter (maybe two, SCARY TERRITORY) up before the New Year but knowing me, as you all do, that’s a stretch… so if this is the last you hear from me in 2017, LOVE LOVE LOVE <3 I haven’t forgotten about you! Anyone who leaves me a comment or likes my writing is far and away my hero! Individually, I promise you that you all steal my heart with each notification I recieve!)

Foslad x

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I miss it too! I even have tumblr send me notification when you post so I don’t miss any updates. Also my name is Adriana so indirectly I relate to the character too by name and a bit of her personality. Hope this too gives you a boost to start writing 💕

That. Means. Everything. Thank you SO much for this sweet message!!

I LOVE that you feel that connection, what a wonderful compliment!!

It absolutely gives me a boost, more than I can say!! I’m so touched that you reached out and sent a message off of the back of my last one! I so appreciate it! I’ll work some more on the update tonight!! <3

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Please update soon!! 🙏🏻❤️ I really miss this 😩

I can’t tell you how much this message means to me. I want to punch myself in my own face for how long it’s been but in some slight fairness, I moved countries in that time.

Admittedly, I had drifted away from my writing in that time but to have one person (let alone someone who’s been a real support to me all the way through) to tell me they miss it truly helps get the wheels back in motion! I will start work on an update tonight! Thank you so much for taking the time to seek me out and message me sweet!! <3

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Almost Too Good (A Chris Evans Story): Part 17

A/N: It’s another long one. I’ll admit. It may trail off at times. I’ll admit. But babies, the time has come. #Spoiler-Alert: the moment we’ve ALLLLLL been waiting for is nigh ;) High fives all round if you know what I’m saying!!!! ;)

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Bzzzz* Bzzzz*

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Bzzzz* Bzzzz*

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The irritating buzzing went on and on until I had no choice but to open my foggy eyes and accept the hangover that was currently looming. Peeping one eye open whilst cursing the sunlight, I let out a tired moan and attempted to gather my bearings.

I placed one hand under me and pushed myself up slowly and delicately. It was then I noticed that the hangover wasn’t the only thing weighing me down. Another being lay behind me; after last night’s shenanigans had resulted in us passing out on his couch. I shifted forward and started searching for my phone in my purse, the dull ache in my back loudly chastising the sleeping arrangement.

Another, much deeper, moan rang out as sleeping beauty began to stir at the soft commotion I was causing. Looking back over my shoulder, I watched him cup his hands onto his face and let out a low “scream” that sounded like air being slowly let out of a balloon.

‘FUCK, I’m tired.’ Chris declared with a yawn before opening his eyes and looking down at me. ‘What are you doing on the floor?’

‘My phone was ringing.’ I sat down in a heap, abandoning the search for the phone and sighing in defeat as a headache began to set in. I ran a hand over my eyes in an attempt to wake myself up a little more.

I had so much to do today, why? Whhhyyy was I so stupid as to drink so much last night!?

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As the coffee machine beeped to announce that the sweet nectar of life was ready, I lifted my head up off of Chris’ counter and stared at it in hopes it would magically appear in front of me and soothe my thumping head.

‘I got it.’ Chris stepped down from the stool next to me and slowly trudged over to make us some coffee.

‘Thaaaaaank yooouuu.’ I called after him gratefully.

Yes, I was supposed to be on a coffee ban. No, I don’t care to stick to it at this very moment.

Even with our heads being sore and our souls regretting every single drop of alcohol, the closeness we shared last night was cherished fondly. Or at least, I looked back on it fondly. Despite giving me my first dose of raw pleasure in what felt like years, once the drink and tiredness had kicked in, we both fell asleep before I could return the favor and now my guilt was clear for all to see this morning.

Not that Chris seemed to mind. He gave the impression that he just seemed stoked to have finally started that walk across the bridge of intimacy…

Between savored sips of coffee, the two of us sat at his breakfast bar and groggily compared schedules for what felt like the millionth time in this “relationship”. The only real difference being in that we weren’t putting pressure on anything, just simply praying for a gap in which to spend quality time with one another and making an effort to not get caught up in the reality of it all. As fate would have it, we both beamed as we came across an opening and now next weekend was solely dedicated to Chris and Adrian time. Friday to Sunday, dinners, Chris’ favorite dive bar where they do stand-up, a movie night. Cuddles galore…

It all sounded perfect.

Bzzz…. Bzzz….

Oh shit, my phone!

Clumsily stumbling down off the stool, I sped over to the couch and picked up my purse, this time actually retrieving the incessant disturbance in question. I saw that I had four missed calls from my sister Gracey and immediately panic set in as I pressed the return call button.

‘Adrian, hey-’

‘I’m so sorry I missed your calls Gracey, I was still asleep! Is everything okay?’ Chris looked up from pouring two huge bowls of sugary cereal as a means of asking whether this was an okay breakfast. Flashing him the “perfect” hand sign, I turned away and waited for my sister on baited breath.

‘It’s fine, I just have something I need to tell you but before we start, I want you to know that every word that is about to come out of my mouth is 100% the truth and I need for you to take it as such. Got it?’ She sounded tired and monotone, which only added to my confusion. Gracey was normally always upbeat.

‘…Oookay?’ I replied.

‘I’m pregnant.’

My eyes bulged open in automatic joy as one fifth of a squeal managed to escape my mouth before I was hit with even more news.

‘And Oscar and I are getting married-’ I knew that part already? They’d been engaged for almost two years… BUT A BABY IS S- ‘next weekend.’

My mouth and squeal immediately morphed into a muddled wriggle of expressions as I absorbed the shock of what she had just said. Even Chris looked up in confusion at my quickly changing facials.

‘…Next…Weekend?’ I drawled slowly, trying to make sure I’d heard her correctly. Chris’ eyes were now fixated on me as he stopped pouring the milk into the bowls; disappointment dripping from him at the same rate as the liquid.

‘Yep.’ She sighed heavily. ‘Next. Weekend.’

Before I could even ask, she took it upon herself to fill me in on the speech that, by now, she’d clearly given ten times over. Apparently, it was early days in terms of the pregnancy but Oscar had pleaded with her to marry him for the sake of his overtly religious 92-year-old grandmother, who wasn’t even aware they were living together, for fear it would break her to think of him “living in sin”.

On paper, it sounded judgmental and harsh but it was truly what the sweet woman was brought up to believe and who were we to judge? Even Gracey understood the deeper meaning behind it all and to her credit, didn’t seem to mind; albeit a little tired of having to explain herself to so many friends and relatives over and over again. It being so last minute wasn’t ideal but at the end of the day, it was what she and Oscar wanted, if just a little sped up.

I hung up the phone and slowly placed it into my skirt pocket, wondering how on earth I was going to explain a situation that I didn’t fully understand myself.

‘So next weekend is off…’ I announced slowly.

‘I figured. Everything okay?’ He asked as I took a seat next to him at the counter.

‘Yeah, I mean,’ My voice still bore some confusion but there was a hint of optimism breaking through, ‘things are great by most accounts. My sister is pregnant and getting married.’

‘Next weekend?’ Chris queried, his tone a little high in puzzlement.

‘Next weekend.’ I confirmed. He nodded lightly in acceptance and went back to eating his cereal.

My heart felt torn as it diagnosed the depletion we were both feeling. Once again, we were faced with one step forward, two steps back. It was going to be another week or so on top of that if we wanted to see each other again; even then it would end up with a flight involved for one of us.

I don’t want that this time, I thought sadly. Pulling my phone out of my skirt pocket, I drew up a text conversation.

A: What’s the consensus on plus ones?

Graceyyyy <3: For you?

A: Yesssss?

Graceyyyy <3: Since when???? You never mentioned anyone when you came to stay???

A: For a while now. I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure.

I looked over at Chris as he attempted a big bite and some of the cereal fell out of his hungover mouth. Adorable.

Oh yeah, I was sure.

Graceyyyy <3: OH HELLLLLLL YEAH THEN. DO IT. DO IT. DOOOOO IT.

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The sunrise reflected in the cars we passed as morning met us going forward.

I had driven my parent’s car to the airport to go and pick him up but having lived in New York City for so long and doing my very best to avoid driving in LA, Chris was kind enough to offer to drive back for me.

The week leading up to today had been chaotic to say the least. I was blessed in the sense that I had bonded with Ben so well that he was willing to give me the Wednesday to Sunday off from filming after I promised to make it up with any hours he deemed fit.

But then of course once I was home, there was the actual helping part in getting things ready for one of the most last-minute weddings of all time. Being one of six bridesmaids, and sharing maid of honor duties with my other sister Sarah, we had to somehow fit dress shopping (for both bride and her bridesmaids), food tasting, backyard marquee and service hiring for my parent’s house, the pleading with any local pastor who could fit us in, license obtaining and finally finding someone to do hair and makeup on Gracey with no trial run and praying that they won’t mess up, alllll on a last-minute basis. It was enough to turn us grey till the end of time. Comically, there was one thing that didn’t get planned. But rest assured, Gracey had stared each one of us bridesmaids in the eye as she made it was clear that once the baby was born, we ‘I.O.U’d’ her a proper bachelorette party.

Miraculously we had somehow pulled it off and I felt a sense of accomplishment as I sat cross legged on the passenger side and listened to the seriousness in Chris’ voice. He inhaled a deep breath and gripped the wheel a little harder before starting off.

‘Okay, so… we have; your sister Gracey, who is seven years older than you and is the one getting married,’ I nodded, ‘then there’s your brother Daniel who is nine years older and is married to Alison with two kids, then your sister Sarah who is eleven years older and is married to Mark with one kid and then there’s your brother Brian who is thirteen years older and is married to Kristen with three kids.��

My face lit up and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning over and wrapping an arm lightly around his neck, placing a firm kiss on his cheek in appreciation. ‘You did so good!’ I gushed.

Even I knew my family was a handful and that was before even meeting them. As the absolute youngest, I had accepted my “surprise” status pretty quickly. The beauty lay in the fact that despite our age difference, my siblings and myself could not have been closer. Truly a case of five people who loved nothing more than spending time with each other and with our parents. And so far, I had been blessed in the in-law’s department too, as each of my siblings had picked partners that accepted our closeness as a family and more importantly, wanted to join in on it.

Holiday seasons, particularly Thanksgiving and Christmas, were always spent at my parent’s house, with my in-laws bargaining New Year to spend with their family as they relished in the traditionalism we had every year. By this point, most of them were firm installments in that tradition anyway.

Alex had always struggled with our closeness. Despite my family making him feel as welcome as possible, he always wanted me to spend Christmas with his parents, who could not stand each other and every year ended in a fight and us just driving to my parent’s house anyway…

Looking at Chris and his determination to make a good first impression, I was once again reminded of how different they are and just how lucky I was.

In retrospect I had been so apprehensive to ask him to the wedding, fearing it to be too forward, but the way his face lit up and the way a smile stretched so far across his face and how he’d stated ‘Really!? Yeah, sure, I’d love to! If you’re sure you want me to, that is…’ was so warming to my heart I felt like crying. I suppose my family is very precious to me and it seemed foreign to ask someone to meet them so soon.

Then I thought back to how eager Chris was for me to meet everyone that was special to him so early on, even if every girl did, but it showed how things really were different with us. And that that was a good thing.

‘Are you nervous?’ I asked softly, willing him to be wholly honest with me.

‘Completely,’ He divulged, ‘but that’s half the fun, right?’ He tossed me a smile and I had to control the urge to once again lean across to kiss him. ‘I mean, I don’t think anything could top the shit storm that was my Boston weekend…’

‘As long as you don’t run off and catch the first flight home, I think we’ll be okay.’ I bantered.

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It was the calm before the storm as the house echoed alongside the creek when I opened the front door. Everyone was out making sure things were set in stone for this afternoon and I relished in the opportunity to ease Chris into this new environment before the chaos took over. All of my family, especially my brothers, had been pre-warned about not making him feel weird this weekend. The second I arrived home, I felt it was the right thing to do to tell them in advance that it would be Chris Evans, of all people, joining us this weekend.

‘Let’s go put your bags down in my room.’ I decided as I walked towards the staircase in front of us.

‘This house is incredible!’ Chris complimented as he followed behind. It was an old, traditional, suburban home that tipped on the bigger side. With its wooden floors and white paneling that complimented my mom’s unique furniture and art taste that spread itself throughout the living room, kitchen and dining room, I smiled fondly at it as I looked around. The beautiful garden, my dad’s pride and joy, really was the piece de resistance and it didn’t surprise me one bit that Gracey and Oscar had opted to get married in it.

‘Not a shabby place to grow up, huh?’

‘I’ll say!’

When we reached the top of the stairs, the closer we got to my room, the sooner it dawned on me. I quickly turned around and placed my back firmly against the door, with one hand gripping the doorknob and the other flying up to Chris’ mouth to silence him.

‘Not. A. Word. Evans-’ I warned, ‘I haven’t lived here since I was seventeen years old and it shows, okay?’

He nodded slowly with a smirk, clearly dying to get in and find something to make fun of.

Turning the knob and walking in I fell back, wringing my hands as the feeling of self-consciousness took over. I watched on as he studied my floor to ceiling shelves that were covered in teddy bears, old DVD’s and picture frames galore of braced-up, teenage Adrian before she was given her first role in the big city. My ceilings still bore the dot marks from where they had once held posters of Justin Timberlake and Brad Pitt. My desk still had the old desktop computer that I had written essays on as a teenager and the fluffy rug in the shape of a heart rounded things off.

Admittedly absence showed too, as a corner of the room was now home to a couple of old boxes and an exercise machine that my Mom swears she uses daily…

‘It’s cute!’ His eyes wandered around once more and, much to my horror, zoned in to find something to light up at. He stepped towards the shelves and pulled out one of my old DVD’s and smiled widely. ‘Reaaaalllll cute.’

Not Another Teen Movie stared back at me from his hand and I suddenly didn’t have the heart to tell him that it belonged to my brothers, who had forced me against my will to watch it because they knew how much of a lame fan I was of She’s All That and how much I had hated that “stupid parody movie” at the time.

As I looked at it in his hands, the bizarre nature of the situation dawned on me. For years that movie had sat dormant on my shelf and not for one second did I ever entertain the idea that the hottie lead actor in it would ever be standing in my childhood room, looking better than ever, as my date to my sister’s wedding.

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‘Gracey, Daniel, Sarah, Brian…’ A soft mumble filtered through the silence. ‘Gracey, Daniel, Sarah, Brian…’ He nodded to himself. ‘Oscar, Alison, Mark, Kristen…’

Chris stared at himself keenly through my old bedroom mirror as he nervously did his purple tie up - rehearsing as though they were lines from a big budget movie or something. As I finished inserting the earrings that matched my last-minute lavender bridesmaid dress we had bought, I outwardly swooned as I watched on for a second.

I walked over and turned him around, grabbing each end of the tie and doing it up for him.

‘Stop,’ I whispered softly, ‘they’re gonna love you. Regardless of whether you know their name or not.’

‘Bonus points if I do though, right?’ He chirped.

I gave a lopsided smile in response and threaded the last knot in the tie, wriggling it up to the top of his shirt. ‘You get bonus points for even being here Evans.’ I relayed, stepping back and admiring the view. It never ceased to amaze me just how handsome he really was. It was as though God himself commissioned the very image of a Hollywood Hunk and boom, there was Chris. He had trimmed his hair and beard for the occasion and his suit fit like a glove.

He swiveled around and gave himself one last look in the mirror, making sure everything was in place and neat before facing me once again with a hopeful look. His eyes scanned over me and under the makeup, I could feel myself blush.

‘You look incredible.’ He gushed as I did my very best not to ruin my makeup by gifting him a kiss.

‘Thank you, Evans. As do you.’

I grabbed and squeezed his hand as a gesture of one last affirmation of confidence before I led us both out of the room. The landing seemed to be a junction for preparation as men and woman rushed past us with flowers and ribbons and all sorts; bits that would eventually adorn the bushes and the makeshift silk and floral aisle in the garden.

As we made our way down the stairs, I clocked my Mom stood beside the front door instructing the workers on where they needed to be going as they hurried in and out. She looked radiant in her lavender skirt suit that was adorned with a broach belonging to my great-grandmother and her hair in a neat bun.

Deciding that there was no time like the present, especially to a mother so distracted like mine was at that very second, I took the plunge. Waltzing up to her, she took a second glance before realizing it was me and her eyes lit up as we took each other in.

‘Ooooo you look so pretty, Mama!’ I admired as we entered into a sweet hug.

She smiled in a way that immediately returned the favor before her eyes naturally landed on the Adonis behind me.

Catching on quickly, I made my move. ‘Mom, I’d like you to meet Chris.’ I stepped aside and placed a hand on his back, encouraging him forward. ‘Chris this is my Mom, Pamela.’

‘Well hello there Chris, it’s very nice to meet you,’ She reached forward so that they could rest a kiss on each other’s cheek, ‘I’m so glad you could make it on such short notice! I assure you, we aren’t normally this disorganized for such big occasions!’ She chuckled as she pushed her dainty glasses back up the bridge of her nose.

‘Ah come now, seems like you have it all under control.’ He complimented, immediately at ease by my mother’s warming tone.

‘Ohhhh, the day is young yet. Plenty of time for things to go wrong!’ She joked, ‘I just hope your Aunt Mimi lays off the whiskey and doesn’t try to snowplow people out of the way of the bouquet toss like last time!’ She directed at me seriously. I briefly shut my eyes at the memory and shot Chris a “you don’t wanna know” look.

A helper paused in front of us holding up pieces of lace trimming and as my Mom informed him that they were for the tables in the marquee, his eyes seemed to bulge out of his head at the sight of the ultra famous movie star in front of him.

Desperate for Chris to have as normal a day as possible without someone making him feel uncomfortable, I accepted the star struck little lads face as our cue to move on. I took Chris by the arm and explained to my Mom that we’d catch up with her later. As we walked away, I took a notion and looked back, clapping eyes on my Mom as she winked at me and gave me an obvious thumbs up in approval.

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The rest of the day seemed to play out as though it was on fast forward. The feeling of seeing Amy again after going the longest we’d been apart since we’d started working together nine years ago was overwhelming, to put it mildly. Almost as overwhelming as standing up and seeing my sister marry the love of her life in front of 100 of her closest friends and family, all sat amongst the flowers and the sunshine that beamed down upon them in approval.

I had taken a moment when the pastor declared for anyone to ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ to look out over the sea of people and smile. My best friend Amanda had caught my eye first, sticking her tongue out as she sat next to Amy, making a silly face of approval while subtly pointing at Chris, who was sat on Amy’s other side. Looking over at Chris, I caught a smile and a wink that physically made my heart skip a beat.

Now that was a pair of eyes I’d like to catch the attention of all day, every day.

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I thanked Amanda as she handed me a glass of champagne before she joined Amy and myself on the veranda. The interval as Gracey and Oscar went off to take some pictures provided the perfect excuse for us to have a good old-fashioned catch up.

However, instead of catching up, all three of us just decided to bask in the view down by the pond. Chris was enjoying a drink with my brothers, as my nephews attempted to hang from every one of his limbs in pure excitement; with my brothers then doing their best to calm them down. Touchingly, at one point, Chris even raised them up and balanced each of them on his shoulders/biceps. Knowing what that meant to them, the looks on their faces was precious in comparison to what they must’ve actually been feeling inside.

‘How in God’s name have you not ripped that man’s clothes off yet!?’ Mandy’s dreamy voice broke the silence but not our gazes. Now Chris was bending down to listen to something my little niece had to say.

‘It’s like he was made in some sort of lab. How is it possible for someone to be that good-looking, that talented, that patient, that sweet with kids. I mean, it’s just...’ Amy let out a dreamy breath of her own. ‘… impossible.’

I didn’t say anything. Instead I just feebly nodded my head as I drank in the heart melting scenes.

Even as we sat listening to the speeches, the way his arm wrapped naturally around my chair and the way he listened to stories about people he’d never heard of yet his eyes creased up in good humor anyway. It had gotten to the point where both of my – now drunken – brothers had pulled me aside to tell me that:

‘Adrian, we’re not gonna lie, we still can’t wrap our head’s around how fucking Captain America is at Gracey’s wedding… but how solid is he? Cool fucking dude. Right, Danny?’

Daniel sloppily slung an arm around my shoulder as Brian occupied the other one. ‘It’s mind-blowing for sure. But hey, we just wanted to let you know that if you’re happy, then that’s awesome because you, above anyone, deserve at least that little girl.’ I smiled. Little girl. They had called me that since I was, well, just that. Little.

When it came to my father’s opinion, I was confused to say the least at how “merry” he was for someone who rarely got past a hot whisky before bed.

‘Daddy, how many have you had?’ I laughed as he swung me around the dance floor to his favorite Bruce Springsteen song. ‘That guy of yours,’ (neither my Mom nor my Dad were very well versed in modern film and the only reason they knew Chris was because I did the Gucci campaign with him. Other than that, clueless!), ‘is to blame.’ He winked. ‘We had a brandy or two up at the bar. I wanted to discuss you no less.’

‘Oh you did, did you?’ I looked over to Chris, who was sat with my brothers again, listening intently to Daniel tell some sort of enthusiastic story as they all sipped from something strong. The kids were long home and put to bed by their sitters, so it was time for the parents to let loose.

‘And what was there to talk about?’ I asked as he gave me a twirl.

‘I reckon I ought to keep that between us. I made my thoughts clear, I will say that.’ He teased. ‘But I’m happy for you baby.’

For the first time that night, and for the first time in almost two years, I stared up at my father and smiled. ‘I’m happy for me too Dad.’

A few seconds passed before I questioned something. ‘You didn’t mention Alex at all, did you?’

‘Oh God honey, no. That’s your business.’ I breathed out in relief before looking up at him gratefully as he kissed my cheek. I laid my head on my father’s chest and swayed to the rhythm.

It was then I realized that I’d fallen harder than I could have ever imagined.

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I waltzed over to the three men and bent down. ‘Do you reckon I could have my date back for a sec, you weirdos?’ I mocked my brothers playfully.

Taking Chris by the hand, I said nothing as I led him out of the marque.

I said nothing as I led him through the house, despite his protests. ‘Woah, Adrian, everything alright?’

I said nothing as I led him up the stairs, around the banister and into my bedroom.

I finally let go of his hand to shut and lock the door before spinning on my heel and facing him.

At some point during the day, my bed had been covered in party favors for the guests but even that didn’t stop me.

‘We’re doing this. Right. Now.’

I rushed forward and pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders greedily before reaching up and kissing him as my fingers set to work undoing his tie. His confusion stunted his response but I was so drunk off of how much of an impression he’d made on not only my family and friends but also my once broken heart, I continued on regardless.

He pulled away briefly and looked deep into my eyes. ‘This isn’t because we’ve had a drink, right?’ He probed, clearly still feeling a little insecure after the circumstances of our last intimate occasion.

‘I’ve had two glasses champagne all night. I’m sober as a judge. And I’m telling you now, that here is nothing I want more on this earth than to somehow feel closer to you than I already do.’

The smallest smile made itself known at the corners of his mouth. ‘Right now?’ He repeated my words from earlier softly. Closing the gap between us and resting my body against his, I nodded gently. ‘Right now.’

He raised his eyebrow and for a while our breathing filled the air as he decided what to do with that information….

My backside slammed against my old dresser before we paused, waiting to hear if someone had heard. After a few seconds of silence and content that we were still alone, we jumped back into it.

He bent down and hungrily pressed his lips against my jaw as I began to rake my hands through his hair, messing up it’s once neat appearance.

Quickly moving his kisses around my neck, his own hands traveled down along the lavender fabric as he searched for the hem of my dress and slowly proceeded up, leading it back up my legs and causing every piece of flesh in its path to stand on edge.

When his fingers reached my mid-thigh, he squeezed the skin purposefully before hoisting me up so that I was now sat atop of the wooden structure. My stomach swirled in anticipation and slight fear as I leaned in for a kiss whilst my hands set about undoing his belt.

‘You-sure?’ He queried between kisses.

‘Mmm-hmm.’

‘You-sure-you’re-sure?’

I pulled away and lifted his hands and rested them on my silk covered breasts. ‘I haven’t been this sure of anything, in a long time Chris.’

He didn’t react in the way I imagined, there was no primal male desire or roughness. Instead he gently squeezed what I had offered until his left hand ran itself down the length of my torso before it began to re-familiarize itself with me; tempting and teasing, just like he had done the week before. The effect he had was instant, like he was some sort of potion cured entirely to elicit my downfall.

My fingers gripped the edge of the dresser firmly, my knuckles paling by the second. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and finish unzipping the holy grail but his hold on me was too strong to multitask alongside. His own free hand set about finishing my job; but before I could take a peek or even assist, my face was drawn into another intense kiss. His right hand appeared to pull something out of his pocket and my only guess was that he carried protection in his wallet.

My back hit the mirror and my body completely melted into the moment. He pressed our foreheads together and we both shut our eyes in suspense before his husky voice lamented my decision to do this for us.

‘I’m crazy about you. You know that, right?’

Staring into his eyes, I nodded. Because I did know. And that was the most sensational feeling a woman could ever experience. The feeling of being wanted and appreciated and desired in such an intense way was foreign to me. But I wasn’t scared anymore. I welcomed this closeness with open arms.

I gripped and lightly bit his shoulder as we followed through with our desires.

I couldn’t have imagined what it would feel like the moment Chris and I had sex for the first time but I’m glad I didn’t. Because nothing could top what it truly felt like. He was slow and gentle and sweet as he began. His eyes never leaving mine so as to keep an eye on my comfort levels.

I shut my own eyes briefly, letting the sensation of being with a man after so long resonate. When I finally felt ready to open them, I smiled up at him and fluttered my lashes in approval. Pushing back now, I wanted him to feel just as wanted as I did. The more we stared at each other, the wider our smiles grew; which eventually resulted in us just laughing during intervals at the spontaneity and randomness of our actions.

The weight of the clashing began to open and close the empty drawers in the dresser and I gave a breathy laugh as I bent my arms down to feebly push them back in and cease the noise they were making whilst Chris continued.

‘Someone’s gonna hear. Oh shit, someone’s gonna hear!’ My voice was giggly and barely above a whisper as Chris let out a snicker; neither of us actually taking any measures to stop the sweet, sweet lovemaking, instead simply indulging in another kiss. We had made it this far, there was in way in hell I was going to press pause on this.

Bam.

Faster.

BAM. BAM. BAM.

His hair fell into his eyes and both my hands flew up to smooth the strands back again and caress his face, desperate to savor these moments of closeness. My eyes began to roll into the back of my head and my mouth fell open as I focused on breathing through the sensational pleasure. I could feel it rising. Rising and rising.

Within a few short minutes, he had fully launched me into a euphoric high, with a faint squeak signalling my total surrender.

‘Oh God.’ His eyes squeezed shut and his breathing became more rapid as he tightened his grip on my hips and indulged in the last few seconds of resistance. He launched his head back as he released a long sigh of pleasure of his own and eventually, the rocking of dresser came to a halt.

No words were spoken between either of us in the moments following. Only lamenting heavy breaths, desperate to confirm that this had been the reality that we had both shamelessly indulged in at my own sister’s wedding.

Eventually, my eyes travelled down to look at our mess. Chris’s dress shirt had become creased at the bottom and his pants had only made it to the middle of his thighs, with enough room for proper exposure.

I was still wearing my lavender dress, albeit ridden to above my pelvis and back at this point. We hadn’t even undressed for the occasion…

Unable to contain it, I threw my head back in hysterics.

‘What?’ He panted with a smile as he did his zipper and belt back up.

‘Look at us!’ It was his eyes turn as they studied our fully clothed yet disheveled appearances post intimacy.

‘We still have our shoes on.’ He commented with a raised eyebrow. A brief second of silence was followed by another eruption of laughter. And I loved that. No seriousness. No pressure. Just Chris and Adrian being Chris and Adrian; even after sex…

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After quickly cleaning ourselves up, I carefully opened the door and peeked my head out. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw we were still the only ones up here; now all I had to do was pray no one had been in the kitchen at the time.

I turned around to catch Chris giving his hair one last brush through in the mirror as he attempted to undo the mess I had caused.

‘Alright, I’ll go down first and then you come down in like, five minutes or so, okay?’ I called.

I walked over and straightened his tie for him for the second time today. I had reapplied my lipstick but I couldn’t help but give him one last savored kiss. We both smiled into it and breathed each other in before pulling away and gazing at each other fondly.

‘I’ll see you down there in sec.’ I turned around and headed for the door, with a noticeable pep in my step now.

‘A’rite.’ He reached up and wiped his mouth in case any of my lipstick had transferred before placing his hands in his pockets with a face so smug and a heart so full, the word satisfied probably didn’t even cover it.

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‘Everyone ready?’ Gracey shot my Aunt Mimi a knowing smile as she stood at the top of the stairs and faced her back towards us before giving a couple of teasing gestures and then finally releasing it.

We all glanced up and almost instantly, the bouquet torpedoed in the complete opposite direction to Mimi and landed right next to me, with a bonk on Amy’s head. A smile spread across my face in excitement as I folded my arms and shot her a knowing look.

Bending down and picking it up, she sighed, ‘I don’t think that counts somehow.’

‘Ohhhhh I think that definitely counts. It homed in on you like a heat seeking missile.’ Amanda appeared beside me and nodded in agreement.

‘Whatever.’ She mused, twirling it in her hand. ‘Where’s the lady with the champagne?’

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Confetti and ribbon scattered all over the floor, the bride and the groom long gone back to their hotel room, my brothers and their wives departed home to kiss their babies’ goodnight, my sister and her husband blearily debating whether they should stay the night or go back to their own house and my father fast asleep in his favorite chair as my Mom attempted to sweep up the debris.

It was the image that greeted me as I leant my head on Chris’ shoulder in the archway of the living room. His jacket and tie had been discarded somewhere and his top button was undone for comfort. He yawned once again, causing one to erupt from myself. A signal to call it a night.

Ascending the staircase, half way up I stopped and turned around.

‘Thank you.’ I whispered with a smile.

‘For what?’ He countered with his own sleepy one.

‘For being you.’ I shrugged, as I rested a drowsy kiss on his lips and led him up to the land of nod.

As we nestled into my old queen-sized bed, both of us thoroughly exhausted, Chris piped up for one final comment.

‘Hey look, no shit show.’

I smiled and clutched his arm that was wrapped around my waist tenderly. No shit show…

‘Hey Adrian,’

‘Mmm?’

‘Wanna know somethin’?’

‘Wahh?’

‘Your dresser is my new favorite piece of furniture. Ever.’

‘Goodnight Chris.’

……….

‘Ever.’

‘Good. Night. Chris.’

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A/N: I LOVE YOU FOR GETTING TO THE END OF THIS CHAPTER! I get self conscious about long chapters but sometimes I just can’t help myself, especially with how long I’ve been known to go between uploads! I also read through them to the point where I think they are a steaming pile of awful so I don’t even know what to think of them anymore haha!

Anyways, thank you for reading. I hope this chapter was everything you hoped for and more. And don’t worry, there’s definitely more to come for our two sweethearts! Did someone say, cabin fever? ;)

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