Keep Up if You Can

Part 9- Keep me at a distance

Audrey's P.O.V.

There he was, standing in all his glory. His beautiful blue eyes fixed on me, unwavering even when Khloe cleared her throat. As much as I hated myself for it, I wanted him. Even after everything that he did, all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around him and listen to him coo softly in my ear.

"Well, if it isn't Chris 'just a bit of fun' Evans. I've got a few words for you mister." Khloe growled, stepping in front of me and pushing Chris away by his chest. "What kind of bastard-" Khloe didn't even have time to really have at him before he was interrupting her.

"This kind. Me. I'm the biggest bastard to ever walk this earth for what I did to her. She's... she's perfect, and I'm, well, I'm definitely not good enough for her, yet she still let me in. Now I'm here, looking at her and all I can think about is how I'd literally get her the moon if she asked me too. I'd get down on my hands and knees right here in the street just to hold her hand one more time, to kiss her lips one more time, to finally stop hiding and call her mine. I know that she never will though, and that's understandable, because I don't deserve it." His eyes never left me as he spoke, tears welling up in my own at his words.

"Calm down there, lover boy. I was just going to give you the 'hurt her again and I'll chop your balls off speech' before she ran back into your arms." A look of utter disbelief ran across his face, his head finally turning towards her.

"W-What?" He stuttered out, looking back and forth between the two of us.

"God, you're dense." Khloe muttered before stepping away from him. It took less than a second for me to run right past her and into his chest, my arms wrapping around his torso tightly. "Would you look at the time? It seems that I forgot that I had shit to do today. Sorry, bestie, looks like you're stuck with pretty boy while I'm away." I released Chris to hug her goodbye, only for him to grab onto my wrist and pull me back.

"I'm never letting you go again." He mumbled into my hair, inhaling a deep breath. I giggled slightly, pulling away more gently this time.

"Easy boy, I'm only going to give her a hug goodbye." I stepped away, laughing as Khloe exaggeratingly rolled her eyes before smiling and giving me a hug.

"Second you want out call me and I'm there, clear?" Her whispered reassurance filled me with the last little bit of confidence I needed to make what happened right. Chris had a lot of explaining to do. "I've got my eye on you." 

The second Khloe was gone, Chris was pulling me in the other direction to where I assumed his car was. It didn't take long for me to realize that he wasn't bringing me to his car, but instead his house. He lived closer than I realized.

The second we were in his house the atmosphere shifted. Gone were the nerves that had kept us apart outside. The air was soon charged with sexual tension that I knew we were both dying to release. Chris even more so than me.

I didn't even have time to register what was happening before I was lifted off the ground, my legs wrapped around a slim waist, my back pushed up against a wall. His lips came down hot and heavy on mine.

"I've dreamed about you every night." He hummed, rolling his hips into me, grinding our clothed heats against each other. "I dreamed about your skin." He yet again rolled his hips, his lips dragging across my collar bone. "I dreamed about you lips." Another hip roll and a torrid kiss. "I dreamed about the way that sweet little pussy of yours wraps around me so deliciously." This time he took his time rolling his hips, dragging them painfully slowly across me.

I was losing it. I wanted nothing more than to shag this beautiful man right here on the floor, but we really needed to talk. Make up sex would just have to wait.

"Chris." I breathed out, but it was so low that I think he took it as a moan. "Chris, wait." My voice came stronger this time, his head leaving its place on my chest to look up at me. "We can't do this."

"Why not? Are you still mad at me?" His eyes went swiftly from lust filled to concerned.

"It's not that I'm mad at you exactly, I just think we should talk about what happened. What you did hurt Chris, and I don't want to agree to this only for us to end up in the same place a month from now." I turned my head to the side not wanting to see the look on his face. Gentle fingers on my chin guided me back to him.

"I'm never making that mistake again. This last week and a half has made me realize just how much I crave you, and not just in a sexual way either. I crave your presence, I never want to be without you again, Baby girl." I blushed at his words, giving him a soft peck on the lips.

"Why did you say the things that you did?" He sighed, releasing his hold on me so that I could stand on my own feet, but not moving away at all.

"I honestly don't know. I know that when I looked at you and you looked so heartbroken to hear your brother talking to you the way that he was, I couldn't stand it. All I wanted to do was make it better, and I guess in my own fucked up way I thought that removing myself from the picture would fix it. That he wouldn't be so upset if he thought we weren't really together."

"I guess I can believe that." I muttered. "But it doesn't change what happened, and I don't know if I can trust you right now, Chris. You made a complete 180 in a matter of minutes, how am I to know that you won't do that again? That you aren't just saying what you can to make me feel good, and to get me vulnerable."

"Baby-"

"No, Chris, I just... I think that we should keep some of the space that we have right now. I hated being without you too, but I hated even more guessing whether any of it was real or not." I was on the verge of tears again. I just wanted to be with him, but every time I looked at him my chest started hurting.

"Let me show you that all of it was real. Every single moment leading up to the biggest mistake of my life."

"How on earth would you do that?"

"By dating you the proper way. By starting off slow, taking you out, eventually asking you to be my girlfriend. Maybe part of the reason it's so hard for you to tell how much I really care about you is because everything was physical. I want to show you that I am falling deeply in love with you, not the pleasure that you give me."