my salvation (chris evans)

chapter ten - au revoir

"Shit." I breathe out, panting.

"What is it?"

"It's not all— going to— f-fit— in." I grunt, trying to force my suitcase shut. Chris laughs, rolling his eyes. We leave for Boston on Tuesday, just three days away, and I'm trying to pack as much as I can. I want to take everything, but that's not realistic.

"You don't need everything now. We can come back. It's not like I'm going to keep you locked up." He jokes, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "Just bring the important things now. And then clothes you think you wear a lot."

"But that's my issue. Everything is important and I can't choose w-which clothes I think I'll wear a lot. I can't anticipate th-that."

"How did you pack for LA then?"

"Very p-poorly." He chuckles. "B-But I knew when I w-was coming back. Th-That helped a bit."

"How about you just don't bring any clothes? It's not like you need them when we're at home." He says with a smirk. Whoa. Home. Mine and Chris's home. I smile and blush deeply.

"I might get chilly though." I tease.

"I'll keep you warm."

"And what about when we have v-visitors?"

"We won't." I raise my eyebrows, glancing at him, and he chuckles. "You can wear one of my shirts then."

"What about my legs?"

"Hmmm... okay, bring a pair of jeans." I laugh.

"I still s-see a lot of flaws in your idea." He laughs again, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Would it help if we set a date to come back?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, of course. And then you can see your mom again. And the dogs." I smile uncontrollably.

"Yeah, alright... I mean, it is my b-brother's wedding in August. I probably shouldn't miss that..." He smiles, raising his eyebrow.

"A wedding, you say?"

"Yeah... it's probably gonna suck... wanna come with me?" He grins.

"You bet I do."

"Will you be allowed?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well... with f-filming, and the p-press. Will your publicist let you?" He chuckles softly.

"Meg, I've gone to lots of weddings before. I'm allowed to attend personal events. Besides, I really don't think we need to worry about getting papped here. We're in the middle of nowhere." Good point.

"Right—" He smiles.

"The only people who might not let me go are your brother and his fiancèe."

"Ah, no, they won't m-mind. My invite says me and a plus one." He smiles a little, raising his eyebrows, and then I realise what he means. "Ah, yeah— right— you're a celebrity—" He chuckles again and nods. "Yeah... m-maybe I should double check with them..."

"Probably a good idea."

"But it should be fine. I'm s-sure they'll understand. It's fine. You're coming." He laughs softly and shrugs approvingly.

"I won't argue with that."

"Okay, good... but I still d-don't know what to pack." He laughs again.

"I'll choose for you then." He says, turning around to my wardrobe.