Devil's Love

Paintball Deer Hunter: Part 1

*Last time on TDI*

*Still Chris's POV*

For most of the day, I've tried to think of a good way to apologize to my girlfriend, but nothing came to mind. So that's when I finally decided to find her and face the music. I knew that Bree was mad at me, but not as much as she was at the Gophers. After finding out that they left her to get eaten by woolly beavers, I was pissed at them. What they did was messed up and wrong on so many levels. "I better go and check on her," I told myself before looking for Bree. The first place I looked for was at my trailer, but when I didn't find her, I went to the dock of shame. When I got there, I found her smiling as she painted. The way that the moonlight shined on her made her look so breathtaking.

'Beautiful.' I thought as I admired the gorgeous woman before me. She was so focused on her painting that she didn't notice me, so I quietly walked towards her and said, "Have I told you that you look beautiful today? Because you look gorgeous." She slightly turned her head to look at me, and I noticed the adorable blush that graced her cheeks."Flattery will get you nowhere, but thank you for the compliment." The only thought that ran through my mind was at least Bree wasn't too mad at me, and even if she were, I would find some way to make it up to her."I'm sorry for killing that eagle. It was an accident; I swear that if I had known that it was flying above me, I wouldn't have fired the pistol." I said honestly, and she looked into my eyes to see if I was being sincere. When she found no trace of deceit, she said, "I was going to give you an earful, but it's so hard to stay mad at you, Chris."

"What can I say? I'm a lovable guy." I grinned smugly, and Bree laughed. "Don't push your luck." She said to me. The seriousness in her voice was enough to make me immediately stop before I got into more trouble. "Chris." She said my name. "Yeah," I replied while hoping that Bree wasn't still mad at me. "Duncan knows about us," Bree says to me. 'Crap! How did he find out?' I tried to think of how Duncan could've found out about Bree and me, and then it came to me. The other night, I kissed Bree outside my trailer, and Duncan must've seen us. "Don't worry, he won't say anything." She reassures me. 'We need to be more careful from now on.' I made a mental note to myself, and then I tried to look at what she was painting, but before I got a chance to see what it was, she covered the painting with a sheet.

She put her hand on her hip and wagged her finger at me. "Tsk tsk, you need to be patient, Mr. McLean. Your painting isn't finished yet." Bree teasingly says. When she called me that, I quickly turned my back to her, and I tried my best to will my erection away. It wouldn't go away. Desperate times called for desperate measures, so I imagined Chef wearing a purple bikini. The mental image had almost made me throw up, but at least it did the trick. I hoped that Bree didn't notice.

(Bree's POV)

For some reason, Chris turned his back to me, and I wondered if I had done or said anything to upset him. The need to know if I had bothered him had grown until I finally asked, "Chris, are you okay?" He turned to look at me, and I heard him say, "Yeah, I'm okay. I was thinking about something." My curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, "What were you thinking about?" He said nothing for a few minutes, but then Chris said, "I was thinking about how lucky I am to be dating you." My face started burning when I heard what he said. I was beginning to believe that this man enjoyed seeing me flustered.

'I think it's the other way around. I'm lucky to be dating you, Chris.' I smiled to myself as we enjoyed each other's company. I sat on the dock, and Chris sat next to me, and we both looked up at the starry night sky. When I saw a shooting star, I closed my eyes and wished that Chris and I could always be together. "What did you wish for?" He asked. "If I tell you, then it won't come true," I spoke softly.

~The next morning~

A horrible smell woke me up from a profound sleep. It smelled like something was burning. Getting out of bed, I walked to the living room, and I found Chris trying to make bacon, but it was burning. I watched him try to extinguish the fire with water, but it only worsened. I walked to the pantry, grabbed a box of baking soda, and poured it on the blaze. The flames in the pain died down, and I put the burnt skillet in the sink. "I'm sorry, babe. I just wanted to make you breakfast for a change since you always make breakfast for us." Chris looked so sad that I couldn't be mad at him. It was sweet of him to try and make me breakfast.