publicity ↠ chris evans

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Our breaths loud and heavy as we lay awake next to each other. "Chris." I pant.

"I know." He whispers. My mind goes back to what just happened moments ago. My face goes blank, as I feel all the blood rush out of it. I shoot up from my seat. "Chris!" My voice shrieks.

"What?" He asks, calmly.

"What?" He asks again, not so calmly.

"You didn't use a fucking condom." I say, looking at him.

"Yes, I did." he says.

I shake my head, "No, you didn't. I would've seen."

He chuckles, leaning over to his nightstand. He shows me the condom wrapper, wiggling it in his hand. "Oh."

He shakes his head, small smile on his face. "You get so worked up over small things."

I gasp slightly, "it was not a small thing." I say.

He winks, "I know."

"Oh my God, you're so annoying."

He puts his hand on my cheek, moving my face to face him. "You know it." He winks again, kissing me. I pull away from him, turning around so he's facing my bare back.

"No." Chris wines, turning me over to face him.

"I'm tired." I furrow my eyebrows at him.

"I can make you un-tired." He smirks.

"You're so horny. No." I turn around again.

I hear him huff like a 5 year old child, that didn't get his way. "Goodnight." I cheerfully say.

"Goodnight." He mumbles against my shoulder as he brings me closer to him.

-

Tomorrow Chris and I are leaving, and then going to my parents house in two days. I'm a little nervous, not knowing how my dad will react. My mom, not worried about in the slightest because I've talked to her about Chris.

As of right now, I'm on the phone with Allison, as Chris is downstairs with his mom. "You guys had sex?" She yells through the phone.

"Yes." I say calmly. "What does this mean?" I ask her.

"Have you guys talked about it? Since it happened?" She asks.

I sigh, "no."

"When did it happen?"

"Last night." I answer simply.

"Okay. Talk about it tomorrow so you don't sound weird." She tells me.

"Alright, thank you." I say.

"No problem. Love you, bye."

"Bye." I hang up. Chris busts through the door, slamming it behind him with his foot. He jumps onto the bed next to me like a small child, which is funny, because he's huge.

His arm accidentally slams into my stomach, making me groan loudly. "Fuck, I'm sorry." Chris says, wrapping his arms around me.

"Not okay." I say as he stifles a laugh.

"It's not funny." I say, elbowing him in the stomach. He groans, making me laugh.

"Now, we're even." I smirk at him.

He laughs, "What are we? 8?" He asks.

"No, of course not. 10, tops." I tell him. He chuckles, looking down at me. He looks at me for a moment, not saying anything.

"What?" I laugh, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"You're just, beautiful." He tells me.

I take a breath, smiling a little. "Duh, I know."

"You're really something, Violet." He says, slowly.

I smack his arm lightly, "Ew, stop being weird." I say, he laughs.

"What? We can't pretend we're in a movie?" He asks.

"No. We'll be doing that soon." I tell him.

He laughs, a small smile stays on his face. "What are your parents like?" He asks.

"Well, my mom is really nice. I think she'll like you, but my dad on the other hand." I start, rolling my eyes.

"He'll just ask you a lot of questions, it'll be annoying." I tell him.

He nods, "I'm good with parents. It'll be fine." He gives a toothy smile.

"You're a people person. You're good with everyone." I tell him.

He nods again, "You're right."

"I'm always right." I smirk.

"I knew you were gonna say that." Chris laughs, I laugh along with him.

-

Chris and I decided to pack tonight, so we don't have to worry about that in the morning when we need to leave. To be quite honest, I'm kinda confused with my emotions for Chris.

I don't know if I feel something for him or not. He's such a nice guy and I really misjudged him when we first met. He's also so beautiful to look at, that's a plus.