I dialed his number and paused a second to really think if I should call him or not.
I decided not to. This was a conversation that should be made face-to-face. I put my phone into my pocket and went inside.We watched a comedy movie that Liam and Tom picked. The Anchorman.
"Can you please chew a little less noisy?" Jennifer said poking Liam.
"How does that work?" Liam said stuffing his mouth with more chips.
"First you put the chips into your mouth then you wait a little bit for your saliva to infuse the chips. Then they get mushy and soft that's when you chew them duh duh duh." I said to Liam. Phoebe and Jennifer laughed, Liam made a confused face.
The rest if the evening went like that, by 7:46 pm we were all done. Jennifer decided to spend the night at Phoebes, Tom and Liam went home. I sat a little bit longer then told Phoebe I was leaving.
As I stepped outside the freezing air hit me. Gosh I didn't though it'd be this cold. I walked to Chris' house. He lived close enough. When I arrived at his doorstep I stared at the doorbell. I give up and turned around to walk back home, suddenly the door opened.
"Look who decided to pay me a visit."Chris said to me. I slowly turned to his side and just looked at him. I realized 2 things, one- he was still in his formal clothing and two-he smelled alcohol.
"Have you been drinking?" I said.
"I've been drankin." He said quoting Beyonce's song. I got in and closed the door.
"It's just 8pm why are you drinking?" I said. He reached to his phone and opened the song he just quoted.
"Ridin on my surfboard... Surfboard...." He sang. I closed the song. Got rid of the several beer bottles on his sofa and made him sit down.
"Look, I don't know how to de-drunk a person, hmmm maybe water?" I said to him. He nod.
I went to his bathroom and filled in a plastic basket with freezing water.
"Chrisss!!" I yelled. He slowly came. I quickly put my hand on the back of his head and dumped his face in the cold water filled basket. After a few seconds I moved my hand he stood up trying to catch his breath it was hilarious he was like a puppy.
"THATS. NOT. HOW. YOU. DO. IT!" He bursted out in anger which made me laugh even more.
"B-but that's how they do it in movies." I tried to say without laughing. He sneezed.
"Whoops someone's gonna catch a cold." I said. The front of his shirt got all wet. His abs were peeking under his shirt. I was staring at his chest until he distracted me by cleaning his throat.
"You should change though." I pointed at his shirt.
As soon as I said that he took of his short in one move and tossed it in to the sink. I realized I gasped a little bit seeing his angelic body half naked like that. Okay Katherine stop ew and weird. I turned around because I know if I face him I won't be able to look away. I motioned him to go to his bedroom. He was just standing there looking at the ground. Maybe he was way too tired to do anything, or too drunk. I held his hand and guided him to his bedroom. I looked around searching for his pjs. I found them on a chair folded. I picked it up and handed them to him. He was still very quiet. I walked through the door so he could change and have some privacy but he grabbed me from my wrist and pulled me to him. Our noses were touching. I was about to say something but he grabbed me from my thighs and lifted me up. He was standing and my legs were wrapped around his torso. His sharp and seductive actions were enough for me to feel extremely turned on. I could feel my whole body tensing up. He held my chin and brought it up to his lips. He slowly landed kisses onto my neck. A slight moan escaped from me. He made his way up to my lips and without thinking he just started to kiss me. I didn't fought back. I placed my hand to his neck so I could have a better grip of him. I pulled him closer to me. Then pushed him away. I know where this is going and he's drunk. He can't think about his actions right now.
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Outlawed | Chris Evans
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