THINKING ABOUT IT.... (CHRIS EVANS FANFICTION)

Part 7 - Keep your head out of the clouds, and your man on the edge of his seat

Jamie's POV

I am woken up by an alarm. Goddamn it! I open my eyes and close them immediately when the sun coming thru the window shines straight at me. It takes me a sec to realize where I am when I remember last night.

It really was fucking amazing!

I stretch out my hand and turn the alarm on my phone off. I roll on my other side, tugging the sheets closer to my naked body, only to find the space besides me empty. I furrow my eye brows but then I spot a little note,

Jamie,

Dodger woke me up early this morning so I had to take him out for a run. I hope to be back with coffee and breakfast before you wake up, but in case I'm not the note will do it's part.

-C

I smile and put the note back and stretch out. My clothes are scattered across the room so I start picking them up. I put them on and head to the bathroom. My hair is messy so I search for a brush.

The bathroom is surprisingly neat, and clean. I fail to find a brush so instead I just comb my hair with my fingers and wash my face. I walk downstairs to an empty house, it's even more beautiful in the daylight. I'd kill for some coffee but it seems wrong to rummage thru his kitchen. I simply decide to sit on the couch and scroll thru my phone.

I hear the door open and turn my head. Chris, in all his glory, walks in with a couple of bags and smiles widely as he sees me. Dodger comes running towards me so I pat and praise him.

''Good morning.'' Chris says as he walks in the living room,

"Morning." I reply and look up to him. He comes to the couch and bends over to give me a small peck on the lips.

"You could've made some coffee for yourself or something..." He places the bags on the coffee table and sits down next to me.

"Well I didn't know where any of your stuff was and it felt wrong to rummage thru them." I say and shrug.

"And why is that?" He asked smiling,

"Well I'm a nice girl..." I say waiting for his smart-ass comment.

"Didn't seem like it last night sweetheart..." He says huskily and leans to kiss me.

It's a hungry kiss, his hands almost immediately find my hips and he pulls me on his lap so I straddle him. His hands glide down to my ass, massaging and squeezing. I wrap my hands around his neck to pull him closer, our chest pressed together lifting heavily. This heated make-out session goes on for a couple of minutes until I break the kiss and lean my forehead to his.

"We need to go..." I say and he looks me thru those impossibly thick and long lashes.

"You're right..." He breathes out and strokes up and down my legs. I lift myself up from him and we both get up.

"Here" He says and hands me a coffee from one of the bags. I smile and take it from him. Our fingers touching still giving me chills, but in the best possible way, I send a grateful smile his way and we get on the road.

The plan was for Chris to drop me off at home to change and fetch what I needed for work and then we'd drive there together.