Evan Peters Shorts

Date Night

Evan Peters had been eagerly awaiting this moment for what felt like forever. His life had been a whirlwind of scripts, filming schedules, and red carpets, leaving little time for anything else. But now, for the first time in months, there was no agenda, no calls to take. Just him, his wife Amelia, and the open sea. They had carved out a week for themselves, a romantic cruise that promised nothing but relaxation and time together.

The massive cruise ship glided effortlessly out of the harbor, the shoreline shrinking as they sailed into the horizon. Evan stood at the railing, watching the ocean stretch endlessly before him. The gentle breeze carried the scent of saltwater, the sound of the waves mingling with the distant chatter of passengers exploring the ship.

You stepped beside him, your hair tousled by the wind, a soft smile on your face as you slipped your arm through his. "We actually made it," you said, resting your head on his shoulder. "No distractions. Just us."

"I know," Evan murmured, kissing the top of your head. "Feels good, doesn't it? Just to breathe."

"I don't even remember the last time we did something like this," you mused, gazing out at the endless ocean. "No scripts, no interviews... I've missed you."

Evan turned to her, his eyes full of warmth. "I've missed you too. More than I realized. We needed this."

The cabin was nothing short of luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows that opened up to a private balcony overlooking the sea. As they unpacked, Evan caught your eye as you folded a sundress into the drawer.

"I love that dress on you," he said, walking over to you, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind. "You always look so beautiful."

You leaned back into him, your smile softening. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Everywhere?" he asked, his lips brushing your neck.

You giggled, turning in his arms to face him. "Let's start with dinner. Then we'll see where the night takes us."

Dinner was a dream. You  found yourselves seated at an intimate table for two, the soft hum of music and quiet conversations creating the perfect backdrop. Your hand found Evan's across the table, your fingers lacing through his.

"I can't believe how lucky we are," you said, your eyes reflecting the candlelight. "This whole week, just for us."

Evan squeezed your hand. "I've been thinking about this for months. You, me, no distractions. It's like the world finally slowed down long enough for us to just... be."

You tilted your head, watching him thoughtfully. "What are you most excited about? Besides spending every waking moment with your amazing wife, of course."

Evan grinned. "Honestly? Just getting lost with you. Whether it's out at sea or just talking until we fall asleep. I don't care if we do nothing but stare at the ocean for hours."

You smiled softly. "That sounds perfect. But I wouldn't mind exploring a few of the stops along the way."

"Oh, we will," Evan said, his eyes sparkling. "I saw something about a snorkeling trip tomorrow. You, me, and the coral reefs. How's that sound?"

"I like it. I'm holding you to it," you teased.

The rest of the cruise was a dreamscape of shared moments. Lazy mornings on the balcony, watching the sunrise with coffee in hand. Afternoons spent exploring the ship, holding hands as you wandered through art galleries, relaxing by the pool, and indulging in the spa. Every evening, you two dressed for dinner, savoring exquisite meals and stolen kisses under the stars.

One night, as the ship sailed under a canopy of stars, you found yourselves on the top deck, away from the crowds. The soft glow of moonlight reflected off the water, and the sound of the waves gently lapping against the ship was the only sound.

Evan turned to you, a mischievous smile on his face. "Dance with me."

"Out here?" You asked, your brow arching in surprise. "There's no music."

He shrugged, taking your hand and pulling you close. "Who needs music? I just want you."

You swayed together under the stars, your head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you. It was quiet, peaceful, just the two of you, and the endless ocean stretching out in every direction.

After a few moments, you spoke softly. "I don't ever want to forget this feeling."

Evan pressed his lips to your hair, his voice gentle. "You won't. Neither will I."

The last night of the cruise came too soon, but it didn't feel like an end. It felt like a promise. As you two stood on your balcony, watching the lights of the distant shore grow closer, you turned to Evan, her hand slipping into his.

"You know," you began, your voice soft, "This whole week has felt like a dream. But the best part? It wasn't the places we saw or the things we did. It was just... being with you."

Evan's gaze softened, and he lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your fingers gently. "It's always been you,  y/n. This week, it just reminded me of how lucky I am to be with you. And I don't ever want to take that for granted."

You smiled, your eyes glistening. "Then let's make a promise."

"What kind of promise?" Evan asked, his voice warm and curious.

"That no matter how busy life gets, we'll always find time for this just the two of us-even if it's just for a day, or an hour. We'll always come back to each other."

Evan's heart swelled as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "Deal."

As the ship made its way back to shore, you stood together, watching the horizon, knowing that this week had deepened your connection in ways you two couldn't have imagined. No matter what came next, you would always have this—these moments of peace, love, and togetherness.