After their café date, Chris had a surprise for Delilah back at home. As they stepped inside their apartment, he led her into the living room, which was dimly lit by the fairy lights hanging from the walls. Soft music played in the background, creating a romantic atmosphere.
"Close your eyes," Chris whispered, his voice low and seductive. "I have something for you." Delilah obeyed, closing her eyes and waiting in anticipation. Chris gently took her hand and led her a couple of steps forward, before stopping. Delilah's heart thumped louder in her chest as she closed her eyes, her anticipation growing. She could hear Chris moving around the room, adjusting things and quietly murmuring to himself. Finally, she felt him walk up behind her, his hands gently resting on her hips.
"Okay, open them," he whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her neck.
Delilah's eyes fluttered open, and she gasped at the sight before her. The living room was transformed into a cozy, romantic nook. Fairytale lights twinkled overhead, casting a warm, soft glow over the room. A thick rug was spread out on the hardwood floor, and a comfy couch was covered with plush pillows and blankets. A small table was set up in the corner with a bottle of champagne and two flutes. "Oh, Chris," Delilah breathed, completely smitten. "This is beautiful."
Chris's arms encircled her waist from behind, holding her close. "I wanted to do something special for you," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "You deserve it." He led her over to the sofa, and they settled into the soft, plush cushions, cuddling close as Chris poured two glasses of champagne. He handed one to her, then clinked his glass against hers. "To us," he whispered, his eyes locking with hers. Delilah smiled, her heart overflowing with emotion. "To us," she whispered back, taking a sip of the bubbly drink. She snuggled closer to Chris, her head resting against his chest as they fell into a comfortable silence in their cozy, romantic nook. The fairy lights twinkled overhead, casting a warm, comforting glow over the room. This is where Delilah felt safest, in Chris' arms, and she knew she was exactly where she wanted to be.
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Broken Promises || Chris Evans
Fanfiction"A moment of weakness?" She echoes, her voice full of disbelief. "A moment of weakness is when you eat an extra cookie even though you're on a diet. Not cheating with your wife's best friend for months behind her back!" Chris Evans x Oc ~~~~~~~~~~~~...
