Smile (Kris Bryant)

Chapter Twenty Three| Inside Out

Alexandria

"Okay next movie" I cheer hopping off of the couch and putting a new movie in. Once I was up I could see where our bodies have indented in from sitting in the same spot for so long.

"I'll make some more popcorn" Kris announces jumping off the couch too.

As much as I love our amazing dates, because they really are great, staying home and watching movies all night is pretty great too. Kris made the mistake of letting me pick the movies for tonight so they were all Disney movies. Since the game ended over four hours ago we've watched Lilo and Stitch and Aladdin and the Little Mermaid. It was almost 1 am and we were still going strong. No signs of slowing down any time soon.

I sit back down in my butt dent and Kris plops down next to me with a bowl of fresh popcorn. It smelled delicious. He tries to stuff some in my mouth but fails miserably as it falls everywhere. Out of the twenty or so pieces only three actually made it into my mouth.

"Oh my god, how much butter and salt do you have on this" I giggle wiping at my mouth. I feel like I just kissed Paula Dean.

"Oh hush it. We both know we're going to work it off tomorrow anyways" he claims. He wasn't wrong. We sit through the previews as I try to get all the shit of of my face.

"What's this movie" he asks.

"Inside Out" I say.

"Ohh I haven't seen this one" he claims.

"Me either. I heard it's good" I mention.

He pulls me into his lap as the movies starts and I rest my head on his shoulder. I feed myself popcorn because that works a lot better than what he was doing.

The movie goes by and I ended up really liking it. It will never beat the originals but it's still pretty great. In all honesty it was kind of sad but I honestly related to the sadness character and I saw a lot of Joy in Kris. I liked how they worked together and that their difference doesn't tear them apart, it's cute. As the movie starts to come to end I turn to him with curious eyes.

"If you had five islands that summed up your favorite memories, what would they be" I ask.

"One would defiantly be baseball. Then I would have one for family, one for friends, one for the holidays and my unhealthy obsession with them. Then one for you" he smiles.

"Oooh I get my own island" I tease.

"Yeah. All of the memories we've shared so far are there. Plus plenty of room for all the memories were going to make. What about you" he wonders and I had to take a second to think about it.

"Obviously working out is a huge one. Then I would have one for sports, I played a lot in high school and college and of course working with the Cubs. I would have one for family too. Before everything blew up we were as close as could be and I would love to get back to that. I would have one for cooking. That's my happy place and if you give me a good kitchen and some fresh food I could be in there for hours. And the last one would be of you. Everything you've ever done for me and everything you'll ever do. It would be my favorite island and it would soon one day be a part of my family one" I smile up to him.

The next thing I know his lips meet mine forcefully. His fingers of one hand get tangled in my hair as his other hand pulls my leg over so I'm straddling him. My hands move to his neck so he gets brought closer to me. We make out for a while until we break apart to catch our breaths. I look into his eyes and see hunger for more. I put my lips back on his as he kisses me harder. He suddenly stands up and I wrap my legs around him. His grip on my butt tightens as he pulls me close. He starts walking until we reach his bedroom and he closes the door behind him. He softly lays me on the bed as I look up at him. His sexy hair all tangled from the game and his eyes bright and searching every inch of me.

I slowly take off my shirt and toss it to the side. A smile creeps onto his face making me smile too.

"Your turn" I whisper and he smirks. He quickly sheds his shirt before climbing on top of me as I scoot more onto the bed. He kisses down by my belly button all the way until he finds my lips again. His fingers lightly skim across my skin causing chills to spiral through me. I slowly move his hand to my bra clasp and he easily gets it undone before tossing it over his head. His eyes return to me and they grow big as they search my exposed body. I throw my hands on my face and I feel him crawl off of me.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to" he says softly.

"No no. It's just, I'm kind of self conscious about my body" I admit.

"Seriously" he asks and I sigh.

"Well yeah. Spencer used to tell me that I had too much muscle or I wasn't thin enough. I love my body but hated that people don't think of it the same way I do. It's all my hard work but it's not like other girls" I shrug.

"Baby, you're body is amazing. Every inch of you is perfect. Your body is your temple and you've made yours so strong and so beautiful. Be proud of that" he says. He takes my hands from my face and puts them above my head. His large hands trace every inch of exposed skin as he carefully goes over the lines in my stomach. He gets to my waistband and I move so he can remove them. My pants along with my underwear get tossed to the side while he undresses too. He quickly returns before quickly putting his lips where they belong, and that's on mine.

"Are you sure you want this" he asks and I nod. "I want to hear it" he demands and I smile knowing he doesn't want to hurt me or that I feel like I have to do this.

"I want all of you Kris, inside and out" I reply and he smiles.

Now I've had sex many times before, but never have I made love. Because I was never able to truly love Spencer. I just loved what he said we could be. But this, Kris, it was all different. I felt different.

We laid tangled up in the sheets and out of breath but I haven't felt this good in so long. It was really late and we should have been sleeping, but we weren't. He continues to play with my hair as we lay there silently.

"Can I tell you something" I ask.

"Anything" he claims.

"I kind of want to know how that movie ends" I laugh and he chuckles.

"Well it's still on" he reminds me as we hear the menu screen play over and over again.

"Want to go watch it" I ask.

"Actually yes" he admits and I giggle. I throw on his shirt and he throws on his boxers as we rewind what we missed and finish the movie. I fall asleep on his chest really tired but really happy, inside and out.