Yes, Mr. Barnes. // Bucky Barnes X Reader

TEN

Once James pulled away, you took in a deep breath, keeping your hands linked in the hair at the nape of his neck. He grabbed your hands, pulling them to his front. "Y/N..." He whispered, keeping his eyes on yours.

"Yes?" You asked, swallowing thickly. You could feel your eyes burn from crying earlier that morning. Your stomach was in knots - you shouldn't have kissed him.

"I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with." He admitted. He didn't want to scare you away, he'd already gotten so close, but he needed to know more. "I can tell you've been through a lot, and I just..." He sighed, not knowing how to find the words. "I just want to get to know you first."

You bit the inside of your cheek, pulling your hands back to you. You breathed out a small laugh, which caused him to furrow his brows in confusion.

"What?" He asked.

"That just sounds weird, coming from you." You admitted, smiling slightly. "The playboy CEO telling me that he wants to go slow?" You stood up, walking over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"Playboy?" He countered, his gaze following you as you walked away from him.

"Yes, James!" You tried to keep the smile from continuing to linger on your face as you grabbed a glass, turning to the sink.

You turned to find him leaning against the wall that led to your kitchen. "I am not a playboy, at least not anymore." He mumbled the last bit, but you managed to catch it.

"What changed?" You asked, keeping your eyes on him as you leaned against the counter.

"You." He admitted with a small smile. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Is that what you tell all your ladies?" You were trying to deflect. You were trying to find something about him that could turn you off; something that would make him unappealing to you.

He rolled his eyes, clenching his jaw. "Why'd you kiss me then?"

You kept his gaze, watching as he slowly made his way over to you. You placed your glass on the counter and when you turned back, he was inches from you. He was looking down at you, waiting for you to respond.

"Well?" He asked, taking your chin in his hand, tilting your head up to look at him.

"Like you said." you paused, trying to recall what'd he said before, "I'm upset, and vulnerable. Clearly, I'm not thinking straight." It felt like your skin was on fire where his hand rested on your chin.

"Let me show you that I'm not who you think I am." He said, his breath fanning over your face in minty waves.

You pulled your face from him before he could lean in again, you grabbed your glass and walked back into the living room. While James was a major distraction given the day it was, he wasn't making it any harder to stay uninvolved with him.

You sighed as you sat back on the couch, where he quickly followed. He kept his distance, only brushing over your knee with his own. "Fine." You paused, looking at him. You could see the tug of a smile on the corner of his lips. "Tell me something I can't read about on the internet."

"Only if you tell me something, too." He said, keeping his eyes on yours. He already knew something that you wouldn't be able to find since he had to provide a big payoff to a social media agency.

"Fine." You said, leaning back on the couch and turning to face him better. "You go first."

He nodded, turning on the couch as well to face you. "I was engaged." He said, and you could feel your eyes grow wide at his confession.