Forever, Evans ♥️

17: The Last Night In Paris

I woke up, naked from the night before. Chris slept beside me, covered from the waist down, back muscles exposed in the morning light that came through the windows of our dreamy hotel room. I shifted in my spot to take a minute and admire the sleeping view next to me. An uncontrollable smile graced my face when I realized, all of the hard work he puts into his family, all of the things he does for us, all of the careful planning and dedication he put into this whole experience, just for me. He must've been so riddled with anxiety about it all, I mean, there were plenty of things to be anxious about when it comes to this. Yet here he was, finally resting, hopefully satisfied, peaceful, knowing that he made this a trip to remember.. he really is the kindest, most loving, big hearted man I'd ever known.. I am so, so lucky.

I battled with the thoughts of, let him sleep in, or wake him gently and shower him with all of the love my soul could pour out for him. I wanted to do the latter, but if this man is missing one thing in this life it's sleep.. true, satisfying , rest. I decided to let him rest, as long as he needed, even if it took all day. I took a shower and washed last nights events off of me, slowly, wanting to hold onto every single moment of it like it was the last time I'd ever see him. Butterflies invaded my stomach when I played back everything in my mind. His body. His muscles. His strength. His passion. His size! The sounds he made. His touch on every part of my body that longed for him. Those eyes. The sweet taste of his perfect lips and the faded scent of his Gucci cologne. My body tingled just at the thought, sending me into a trancelike state as I shampooed my long chocolate hair. I tried to shake off the feeling but all I wanted was to feel him again, to kiss those perfect lips because when I do, nothing else in the world matters anymore.

I sighed heavily before shutting off the steamy hot water and returning from my day dream, back to reality as I wrapped my body in a towel and roughly towel dried my hair before running my favorite hair nutrient product through my hair with my fingers. I stepped out of the bathroom to find an empty bed, with no Chris. I peeped out of the balcony doors to see him absorbing the view as he puffed on a morning cigarette quietly. I smiled to myself and decided to let him have his quiet moment while I cleaned up the room a little from last night, neatly placing every gift he'd spoiled me with on the sofa, taking a moment to appreciate each one. The door creaked open as Chris walked in from the balcony, greeting me sweetly by wrapping his arms around me from behind, leaving the sweetest, softest kisses up my shoulder, to my cheeks, nose, and forehead.

"Good morning!" I giggled playfully at him while embracing his affection.

"Mmm, good morning baby girl." His sweet morning voice hummed as he continued holding me, slowly swaying into each second that passed.

"Did you sleep okay?" I chuckled as I reached up behind me to caress his bearded face.

"I had the best sleep of my entire life last night! You wore me out, girl." He chuckled back before poking my sides playfully, causing me to squirm and spin around to face him.

"How many times was it? Were we even keeping count?" I giggled as I remembered not being able to keep our hands off each other long enough to sleep more than a few hours!

"I stopped counting at 4 or 5 I think." Chris replied with a sexy smile.

"You must be exhausted." I pouted dramatically as my arms settled around his neck, playing with his hair and gaining another sweet smile.

"I'm not too tired. I'll be okay." He reassured lovingly as his hands moved from my waist down to my ass.

"Mmm, we could stay in bed and rest today. I think it's supposed to rain." I mentioned as I felt myself falling back into my dreamworld again.

"I don't think much resting would be going on." He chuckled with a sexy tone before pulling me into a loving kiss.

"That's okay too..." I trailed into his lips quietly before his tongue grazed my teeth, immediately turning into a heated make out.