It was pitch dark, and close to midnight when the doorbell rang. Eva was surprised when she found Chris waiting on her doorstep. She almost sent him away with a scold. Until he looked at her with a broken look.
Missing scene where Chris and Eva bon...
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Her head was resting against his warm torso, his arms casually wrapped around her fragile body holding her comfortably close. Eva was enjoying this calm moment between the two of them, but she wasn't used to this side of Chris.
Most of the time they spent their time together drunk and with their lips locked together, tongues fighting for an inner dominance because they both felt like they needed to have the upper hand. Their hands exploring each other bodies, caressing body parts that are most likely bare. Every time they ended up at a secluded room in the house because their lust guided them there. Unable to wait any longer to satisfy each other needs. Bodies were pressed against each other, passionate moans slipping through their lips while they tried to grasp on to each other for any sort of support. Their needy noises blocked out the noise of the party going on a few levels beneath them, or even a couple of doors from them. This happened almost every weekend, or plural times a weekend if they both were able to appear at a new party the next day, without looking like a ghost. Where there was a party, there mostly was a heated moment between Chris and Eva. The situation and the places were mostly different, but the outcome was always the same. After the deed was done, they both got dressed and went back to their individual lives. Sometimes they would text, but with Chris having graduated they really didn't saw each other a lot outside of the party scene.
But today things were different. Chris had showed up at her doorstep a few hours ago. Dressed in grey sweatpants and his signature black 'Penetrator' hoodie that he still showed off, even though he was already graduated. He stood there in front of her with his hands buried deep inside of the pockets of his hoodie, but he was missing something. His face lacked the smirk that was always ready on his face. Something about his body language signalled Eva that maybe Chris was not okay. He just remained standing there, looking lost and his eyes refusing to look at Eva's.. Her first instinct was to let him stand there and tell him she wasn't interested in another meaningless hook-up. But she decided against it when he finally looked her in the eyes. She was set back at how he looked like he didn't know what to do, missing his usual sparkle and lust. It made her feel on edge, because Chris contradicted everything she know about him at that moment. She missed his dark, lustful eyes and sexy smirk. His husky voice driving her crazy.
He had watched her intensely, and she had answered by smiling and letting him enter her house. "Thank you." He had murmured, while standing awkwardly in her hallway and anxiously fumbling with his fingers. He had already removed his shoes and placed them next to hers by the door. Watching him through her lashes, she had softly taken his hands in hers and had guided him inside her living room trying to calm him down with the slight contact of her warm skin on his ice-cold fingers. Her gesture had earned her a grateful smile from Chris. She couldn't help but think, that he might have stood there longer then she imagined.
That is how they managed to get snuggled up together on her couch, her head resting against his warm body. Lying there they tried to comfort each other, without having to lock their lips together. Silence can say a thousand words. She had never really understood the meaning of the saying until now. Chris had his arm wrapped around her and pulled her close. It was strange, because he had never shown affection in such a soft way towards her. She was used to him being slightly rough with her, so they would both get out of the heated situation what they needed. But now he radiated a very different vibe. She realised she was one of the few people to ever see the 'famous fuckboy' so intimate. His nose softly touched the side of her face, while their limbs were tangled together. The moment felt so passionate, that she almost feared she was dreaming. Chris seemed to be out of it, his mind in a state of worry and sadness, which really surprised her. She had never seen him out any sorts of feelings apart from being this horny, sex-driven teenager who had every girl swooning over him. But he proved her wrong.
