Flower Girl. (Chris Evans)

Chapter 3

FLOR.

I don't feel comfortable here, but I try not to make it obvious, maybe he feels the same thing and that's why he didn't want to be alone in here.

"You've a nice place here, real big" I say trying to be nice.

He chuckles "it's a cold place, isn't it? It doesn't feel like a home, I bought it when I was younger, and it impresses the visits so..." he shrugs his shoulders ending that sentence like that.

"So... that's why you do things? To impress someone else? This is your house, it should be something you like, I get that your home is in Boston but still, having a place to stay and don't like it doesn't make much sense to me."

"Well, when you put it like that it sounds kind of sad, but I'm not here for long periods of time so I don't really care. Anyway, would you like something to drink? Wine? Beer? Vodka? What's your poison?" I can see that he wants to drop the subject, so I let it go.

"Water it's fine, I'm gonna drive to head home in a while so I shouldn't drink any alcohol."

"You could spend the night, I have guest bedroom, or my couch is pretty comfortable, I can even share my bed" I look at him and he just chuckles, and I lower my gaze to my hands.

"Are you trying to get in my pants Evans? Wouldn't think it would take alcohol for a woman to agree to have sex with you."

Suddenly he grabs my chin and tilts my head up to stare right into my eyes "trust me baby if we ever have sex, it would be consensual and a hundred percent sober, but you're not ready for it" He's trying to challenge me.

This escalated quickly.

I step closer to him and caress his cheek "nuh-uh, trust me baby," I say mocking his nickname "you're the one who's not ready for it" I turn around and walk away from him looking for the kitchen "I'm thirsty, can I have some water?"

"Yeah sure, let me grab it for you" I know he's surprised I acted like that, probably I shouldn't have but he isn't the only one who can flirt.

"Tell me, do you have any upcoming projects? What's coming for you?" I take a sit at the couch so it's safe ground and we can have an actual conversation. He comes back and instead of choosing any other place he sits right beside me, hands me my water and turn to his side to be able to look at me while we talk so I do the same.

"Actually, I'm staying in LA for a while, I have a few things to do over here so why go back when I'll have to be back and forth for the next couple of months."

"That's great, maybe if you have time, you can change your place a bit, make it more to your liking." I say trying to avoid his gaze because it's starting to make me nervous.

"Would you help me with it, baby?" now that brings my eyes right back at his "I'm not letting it go, even if you try to make it meaningless."

"If I have the time then sure, I could help you" he starts to rub my forearm "Chris, we're not being smart, we're friends, we've flirt with each other since we met but that's it. Maybe coming here was a bad idea."

He's not making me uncomfortable which is why I feel like this is wrong.

"Would it be so bad if something happens between us?" He gently brings his hand to my face "we're friends, but maybe we could be more."

"Is this happening because you didn't want to be alone tonight?" he shakes his head.

"I could've gotten a hook up going to a bar or whatever, but we have chemistry, if you really don't want to try it, that's okay and I'll respect that, I won't push it anymore and we can still be friends."

I'm left a little dumbfounded, I move closer to him and cup his cheek, he looks at me surprised I'm doing this, and I just plant a gentle kiss on his lips. I pull back slightly to read his reaction, but he just smiles and pulls me back to his lips.

I lean into him more trying to change the angle, and he moves his hand to my neck tilting my head a little while his tongue slowly slides over my bottom lip, I'm about to give him access but he pulls apart keeping his eyes close, but his forehead press to mine.

"Maybe you should leave" he whispers at this I pull out of his grasp.

"Wh..what? Did I do something wrong?" He tries to touch me, but I don't let him.

"No baby, you haven't done anything wrong, but I want you to think about this" I know he's right, but I still feel a little rejected.

"Fine, I'll leave. Goodnight" I jump out of the couch and start to walk to the door.

"Wait, I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry" he's almost running behind me.

"It's okay Chris, don't worry, we can forget about this."

"No, that's not what I want but I don't want you to feel obligated to make something happen between us either."

"We kissed, that's it, it doesn't mean we're getting physical. Is that what you were expecting?"

"No, it isn't, could we please sit down and talk about it? I'm sorry I told you to leave." I hold his hand and go back to the living room. "I meant, I want you to be sure you want to persuade something between us, not just because I asked you to."

"I realize it may look like I'm doing it because you asked me to, but we've been flirting with each other every time we talk for the last year, we seek each other while we're in the same place, either holding hands, or brushing our arms, we always keep in touch. Yes, if you haven't suggested it probably wouldn't have happened, but that doesn't mean I don't want it" I cup his cheek and he lean to my hand, he looks so shy it makes me smile "is this, okay?" He nods, so I venture a little and leave a chaste kiss on his lips "is that okay?" he smiles and nod again. I let my head rest on the couch while we keep staring into each other eyes.

He chuckles and pulls me to him, I rest my head on his chest, and he holds me, it's easy and comfortable.

It's peaceful.

"Would you spend the night? I don't want to let go" he says in a whisper making me chuckle.

"If we sleep like this, we'll be sore in the morning" now is his turn to chuckle.

"I own a bed you know?"

"Well... you didn't get in my pants but looks like I'll get in your bed." I smirk at him, but he just shakes his head, standing up but giving me his hand to follow him to his bedroom.