Lesson Learned✔

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Aspen

Like we should have done long ago, Chris and I talked. After all, communication was the key for us to understand each other. I knew we were far from perfect, and we didn't want to be perfect. All relationships had their faults, and so did ours.

Talking helped me, took off some uneasiness off my chest. Now Chris was aware of the insecurities that surrounded my head, of the knot in my stomach that twisted every time.

That is what we needed, to talk, to listen, to understand how we both went wrong. How we messed up and failed to be there for eachother. The blame was on both ends, Chris for neglecting me and I for kissing Elijah.

But that was now in the past, Elijah didn't matter. That kiss was a mistake that I knew would never happen again. Chris was my future, faults and all. We would fight, we would bicker back and forth. But in the end one thing would stand, our love.

Not a day went by without me being as close as possible with Chris. A lingering feeling stayed even after all we talked, afraid that any minute he would go. That he would snap and tell me to leave, that it was all a dream.

It was a fear, something that Chris reassured would never happen. He was ashamed of what he did to me, that the words he had spat out still stayed in my head. But he was making up for that.

I was sitting on the couch next to Chris, or well I was practically sitting on Chris while he was on the phone with someone from work. We were watching a movie happily when he's phone had started ringing, an annoyed look crossing his features as he saw it was from the hospital.

I knew he loved his job, but I also knew he loved his time with me. And lately, Chris was trying harder. Officially, Chris was now part of the morning shift. No more late night shifts unless they were emergencies, no more eating alone.

Which I was thankful for. We were now four days away from Thanksgiving Day and I for once had much to be thankful for. For having him, for being with him. In general it was all him. Last Thanksgiving we had spent it together watching movies and I doubted this year would be any different. Not that I minded, as long as I was with him I was happy.

Trying to pay attention to the movie, I shifted in my seat. My hand wrapped around his arm, one leg crossed over his, his hand holding my thigh in place. Still being this close to him, I didn't feel close enough to him. I needed to be closer, needed to feel every inch of him, a reassurance that he was with me.

Without a second thought, I swung my body across his lap. Chris shifting to accommodate me, one hand still holding his phone while the other snaked around my waist so I wouldn't fall. There was a question in his eyes, but I just shrugged.

There was no need to explain why I was on his lap. I felt like sitting on him, I felt like being wrapped around him.

Chris shook his head, grinning at me as my hands moved to his chest. Moving up and down, my fingers itching to feel his skin. "No just give him half a dose," Chris muttered into the phone as I leaned down to kiss his neck. Moving my hands, I gripped his shoulders as I rocked closer to him.

I felt him, felt his hardness through his sweats, a small growl from him as I did that. My lips traveling up to his jaw to his lips, pressing down on him as I did that. I heard a familiar female's voice on the other end, my stomach turning, "Is everything fine?" Nydia asked.