Fated (A Chris Evans Series)

Made For Each Other

Chris and Denise did not end up talking after entering his house together, and by together- the two were basically one. He swept her off her feet like he did the first time they got together, carrying her inside his house. The state of tidiness in his vacant house transformed the second they got inside, with items of clothing scattered across the floor and furniture moved from their original position. The quick break in-between left his kitchen bench with two used wine glasses and a half emptied out bottle of Denise's favorite Moscato. His pristine bathroom suffered slightly too when a non-traditional bath and shower were had, one after the other. One could say the couple made good use of the precious time they had together, reintroducing themselves to their partner and familiarizing every inch and every curve they could before they were forced to say goodbye again.

"We're not going to sleep, are we?" Chris murmured into Denise's hair, chuckling when he saw what time it was; it was 4:47AM. Denise could only smile and shake her head in response, tightening the arm she had draped over his torso. "It is so good to be back in bed with you," he admitted. "Amongst other things," he whispered flirtatiously then snickered when she buried her face into his chest, blushing deeply. "Here I was thinking we wouldn't have time," he poked her side and she squirmed, giggling.

"Please." She pulled away from him and sat up, completing a 180 with her body so she could face him while sitting cross-legged. "You were not going to just talk to me." She accurately accused and he laughed. "You're a guy," she bit playfully and he scoffed, pretending to be offended. "You were going to make use of the make-up sex before anything else."

"Yeah I was," he scrunched his nose, smiling and nodding in agreement. "But I'd be an idiot not to."

"As would I," she agreed, giggling. "Guess I can be a real guy sometimes too." She joked and he laughed again, pressing a hand to his left pec. "But now that we've completed the fun part," she began as she tried to stop laughing along with him. "We should actually talk. It's obvious we need to if we want this to last, and I want this to last," she asserted.

"Me too," he nodded and sat up straight, leaning against his headboard as he reached for her hand; her fingers entwined with his. "Okay," he huffed, "um- I think we should figure out where we went wrong this time so we can avoid doing it again at all cost."

"There's not much to figure out because I already know where we went wrong, and by we- I mean...Me," she mumbled sheepishly then pursed her lips. "It was entirely my fault," she said when she saw his brimming attempt to correct her. "I should've just talked to you, Chris. Asked you for help and depended on you rather than toughing it out. As your girlfriend, it was a prerogative and I failed to use it. Everything that came after was because of my idiocy and I'm sorry."

"You weren't the only one," he shook his head, squeezing her hand. "I should have approached things with a more rational and mature perspective. I am the adult in the relationship, after all." He pointed out then chuckled when she scoffed with a smile. "I knew you were doing it to prevent me from worrying and I should have left it alone, but I had a bad day and I really wanted to hear your voice and- I don't know, things got out of hand." She nodded in agreement with a small smile. "I'm so sorry I said all those things, I didn't mean any of it. You know that, right?"

"Oh," she narrowed her eyes, feigning confusion as she began to tease him. "So you didn't mean it when you said you're nowhere near fucking perfect?" He could hear the playful tone in her voice so he just chuckled. "How you can't be the perfect guy I want you to be? Oh, and what was that you said? Um, you don't know how to live up to my incredibly high expectations?"