Not Without You [Chris Evans]

26

Megan's POV

I determined that Sebastian was a freaking miracle worker. By the time I was packed and ready to go he had an Uber waiting for us outside. When we pulled up in front of my old apartment, he convinced the driver to wait for us, promising to pay him for his time and include a nice tip.

"Dickhead going to be home?" he asked as he pulled the suitcases out of the trunk and followed me into my old building.

I checked the time. "No, I don't think so. They ended up at Seth's yesterday so he's probably not here yet."

"Good or I'd be tempted to punch him for being such a jerk to you."

"I feel like I should object just on principle, but I won't deny it would be really satisfying to watch you kick the shit out of him Winter Soldier style."

"It would be really satisfying for me, too."

I snorted in amusement as he followed me up the stairs with the suitcases. He'd Russian dolled them into one to get them up here and I was glad he was carrying them because I would be struggling. I opened the door and let us in, the strong smell of weed that greeted us instantly made my stomach churn and my mouth fill with saliva. I quickly opened the windows to air the apartment out before I tossed my cookies. It was close, but thankfully I didn't puke.

"Where are we starting?" Sebastian asked, taking apart the suitcases. "Smells like someone had a party here - I think I'm getting a second hand high from the smell."

"Wouldn't surprise me if we were. I freaking hate the smell of weed; makes me sick," I griped, kicking a bunch of empty cans out of my path. "Do you think they could have left any more beer cans laying around?"

"Probably," he snorted. "Never underestimate what a person can do - they always surprise you."

I sighed. "Let's make this fast; we'll start in the bedroom. I hand you things – you pack them?"

He shrugged. "Works for me. I ain't touching your panties though, sweetheart. Gotta draw the line somewhere."

I rolled my eyes at him, making him smile. "I will happily pack my own underwear, swimsuit and bras, Baz."

"Good."

"So tell me about how you met Sadie," I said as I took the largest suitcase into the bedroom with me and starting emptying my half of the closet.

"Leave the hangers," he said absently. "There's plenty of them in that room already. What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

"So I actually had this crazy dream in January - the night before I met her - it was so realistic I woke up in a cold sweat, heart racing - the whole nine yards."

"Like a nightmare?" I started folding things and laying them in the suitcase as we talked.

"Not at all - it was a good dream mostly, I think. I don't remember a lot of it anymore, but I knew I was going to meet Sadie and she was going to be really important to me. I met her later that day – she was seated next to me on a flight to Germany, so we had almost a whole day together."

"So was your dream like a premonition?" I asked. "Are you psychic?"

"I'm definitely not psychic...I don't know if I'd call it a premonition; It sounds kinda crazy to say it out loud," he said, giving me a self depreciating smile.

"Not really," I said, shaking my head. "Especially if it's detailed – Gran always told that you don't ignore that stuff. Did you know about the shooting, too?"