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Doctor Emily Stephens has just moved to LA to start a new job when she meets a man who ignites something within her. Something she didn't know existed.
But as she and Chris develop their relationship and explore their sex l...
I was snuggled on the couch with Gaby. We were having a sleep over and currently catching up with Doctor Who by watching the Christmas special. So here we were, in our matching Doctor Who onsies, Gaby's head on my shoulder, blankets pulled up to our chins, and just a little bit high.
My phone chimed with the sound of a text message. It was Chris.
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Chris and I were standing in the lobby of Marvel studios. Chris' agent Brad, was talking to the woman at the receptionist desk. Chris was clinging to my hand, his palms sweaty. I was trying to be calm for him. Be the stillness. But I was so full of excited nervous energy, that I could actually feel my heart beating in my ears. I was bouncing nervously on the balls of my feet.
"Emily, you aren't helping me." Chris whispered into my ear.
"Sorry. God, sorry. Just ... this is Marvel, Chris."
Two men came through the door to the left of the reception desk and made a bee line for Chris.
"Chris! Hi! It's good to see you again!" One of the men said, shaking Chris. "And who's this?" He said turning to me.
"Hey Kevin! Thanks for inviting me out. This is my girlfriend, Emily. Just needed some moral support. Hope that's okay? You know Brad?"
"Sure, sure. Hi Emily, it's nice to meet you." He said shaking my hand. "Hi Brad. This is Joe, he's going to be the director of this thing we're making."
Kevin led us down the halls to a small conference room. There was concept art on the walls, and the table was littered with story boards, costume and character design sheets, and other folders.
I sat at the table next to Chris. I really wanted to paw through at the things on the table, but I wasn't sure I was allowed. So I just held Chris' hand while they talked. He clung to me like I was some kind of lifeline, stopping him from drowning. But as they talked, he started getting really excited. Discussing with them how he saw his place in the role. What would be expected of him. How they were planning to make the character a real fleshed out person and not a ridiculous caricature for patriotism. He let go of my hand, and I squeezed his thigh.
Brad had just brought up Chris' concern that Captain America wouldn't translate well to the big screen. That maybe the idea behind the character wasn't relevant any more.
Chris had slid a small folder of art work in front of me and tapped it on the cover. I opened it nervously like I was going to get in trouble.
"There is certainly the risk that the character would just be cheesy. Do you read the comics, Chris?"
Chris laughed "No, not at all. She does though." He said elbowing me in the side. I looked up from a concept image of Steve and Bucky and smiled.
