my salvation (chris evans)

chapter twenty nine - rolling in with the roaring 20s

It's New Year's Eve. Chris and I are having a little gathering at our house for it - nothing too over-the-top, just some close friends. Well, his close friends.

My mum and Mark left to go back home yesterday. It was a pretty emotional goodbye, of course, but had to be done. I'm so thankful that Chris managed to get them here in the first place. It couldn't last forever.

We're currently getting ready for the party. Chris has gone for a smart casual look, with some grey smart trousers and a navy t-shirt. God, he's so bloody hot. I struggle a bit more with my outfit choice. Chris always assures me I can wear whatever I'm comfortable in, and that he likes my style, but I still feel the need to make more of an effort to be — well, a girl. Suddenly, he's behind me, snaking his arms around me tightly as I stare at the open wardrobe.

"You having a bit of trouble?" He asks, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"A lil bit... I don't know what to wear."

"You don't have to wear anything." He says with a smirk, laying a gentle kiss under my ear. I smile uncontrollably and roll my eyes.

"Evans, behave." He laughs.

"Seriously though, you can wear whatever you want. What would you normally wear at a New Year's Eve house party?"

"I don't know... I've never been invited to a N-New Year's Eve house party."

"A normal house party then?"

"I've never been invited to a n-normal house party either." I answer with a laugh, and he laughs. "C'mon, Evans, have you f-forgotten you're engaged to a complete loser?" I ask sarcastically and he laughs again.

"Must have slipped my mind." He jokes with a wink. "Pick something you'd wear for a normal night out."

"That would be a trusty ol' flannel and black skinny jeans."

"Then wear that."

"I can't—"

"Why not? Because you think you have to throw a dress on and cake yourself in make-up? C'mon, I don't care about that stuff, Megs. I like your style. Let me pick something out for you." He says, stepping to the side of me and picking some clothes out of the wardrobe. Uncontrollably, I smile softly, watching him pick something out for me. "Try these." He tells me, holding out the clothes for me. I'm lost in his eyes, standing stiff, and he smiles slightly. "Megs?" I throw my arms around him tightly.

"I love you." I breathe out.

"I love you too. Now c'mon, try these on!" I pull away and take the pile of clothes off him, putting them on the bed ready to try.

I put on the tapered fit black rolled up jeans, black and yellow thin striped t-shirt, and a black demin flannel that goes about half way down my thighs. Evans then steps forward and tucks the t-shirt into my jeans.

"Just needs a belt." He says, going into one of the drawers and getting one of my belts out. He gives it to me and I put it on. He smiles. "See! Now what's wrong with that? You look adorable." I smile and glance at myself in the mirror. "Do you like it?" I nod.

"I do. I really do."

"And are you comfortable?" Again, I nod, smiling over at him. He grins, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close to him. "Then it's a win win."

"Would you still bang?" He smirks, raising his eyebrows.

"I would, but if you need more than my word..." I uncontrollably laugh.

"No, no, that's okay. I'll take your word for now." He laughs, then leans in and kisses my nose, making me smile widely. "Dork." He laughs again.

"But I'm your dork."