Sweets - 𝘈 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

48 - Dolce and Gabanna - Chris POV

The sun had set a long while ago and their night seemed to be flying by. Chris and Alexa couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Even while they were simply curled together in bed, facing one another. Alexa's hand rested on Chris' tattoo covered chest while his hand drifted up and down along her hip, tracing his fingers along the words of the Robert Frost poem inked there.

"You know, you have to be at the airport in like...seven hours," Alexa pouted slightly, sleep obviously trying to overtake her. Her eyes drooped a bit as she spoke into the quiet of the room.

Chris' hand froze on her hip, giving it a small squeeze, "Yeah." He couldn't help the frown that over took his features at her reminder. He pushed the hair resting on her forehead off to the side and leaned closer to kiss her there.

Alexa's eyes fluttered lightly, smiling under Chris' touch.

"We should go to bed, sweetheart," Chris said quietly.

Alexa pouted again, her words beginning to slur a bit as she started drifting under his gentle touch, "Promise you won't leave without saying goodbye."

"Never, Sweets," Chris said, dipping down to give her pouting lips a reassuring kiss.

Alexa turned a bit, accepting his words and rested her back flush against his firm chest, scooting up against him. Chris put his arm across her hip, his hand tucked near her stomach, and pulled her closer with his grip.

Chris kissed Alexa's shoulder blade and watched as she sighed under his touch, her body relaxing immensely. She slowly drifted off to sleep, her breathing evening out, while Chris rubbed his thumb along her stomach in a slow relaxing circle.

Chris couldn't will himself to sleep though.

His mind kept racing with thoughts of how he didn't want to leave. He was only supposed to be gone a week, but he had this awful gut feeling it was going to turn into two, or even three. It happened during one of the last movies he had filmed too. Promises of three days eventually turned into weeks which turned into months. It wasn't only frustrating to him, but it was even harder on his girlfriend at the time.

She had become more distant each time he had to tell her he would be gone a few more days...and a few more days...and a few more days.

He couldn't do anything about it. It was his line of work. He signed up for it.

She was an actress too. He had hoped that because they were in the same industry, she would understand.

But, apparently, she didn't.

She always argued that all of her shows and movies filmed in LA. And she barely ever had to leave. She accused him of cheating on her, thinking that that was the real reason he was gone all the time.

Cheating. God, he could never even fathom it. He never understood how anyone could do that. If you're that unhappy in a relationship, you needed to talk to one another. See if whatever problems you had could be worked out. If not, respectfully go your separate ways.

Yet, it had felt like every other day, that was her accusation. Cheating. It ripped his heart out every time the words left her lips. Looking back on it now, he should have broke it off far earlier than they had.

She became resentful.
He became resentful.

Their breakup, when it did finally happen, was essentially amicable. As amicable as you could call it anyway.

But that was what brought him to this moment. It already had him worried, so much so that it made his stomach do flips. He tried to shake away the thought. Alexa wasn't his ex.