Only You

Eight.

I walked behind Chris to his front door. He fumbled with his keys the entire way. I couldn't decide what was more adorable: his nervous mumbling of the song on the radio or the mini unlocking the door dance.

"Come on in." He opened the door and held out his hand, smiling wide.
"Thank you!" I entered the house. A few lights were on but I still remained at the entryway.
"May I take your jacket, lovely?" I nod my head and thanked him. He slung my jacket over a small table by the door. I swung the strap of my purse back over my shoulder. "Would you like a tour or shall I start cooking?" I raised my eyebrows.
"He cooks? Oh, my goodness." I teased him. He scratched at his beard and dropped his eyes to the floor.
"He does. He cooks."
"A tour would be great." His eyes met mine as I snaked my arm around his massive bicep.
I listened to his explanation of every piece of art, every room's fengshui and even down to the science of the lighting he chose. The tour strategically ended in the kitchen. Chris made sure I was okay with drinking wine, which I was and surprised because I had never asked that before. He poured the wine and handed me a glass as I leaned against the kitchen's island.

"Here's to our first official date and celebrating your Saturday Night Live news."
"Cheers." I couldn't control my smile at this point. I'm pretty sure I was radiating the amount of happiness from my smile that I felt internally. We both sipped the wine. I complimented the wine with an approving nod of my head. He did the same then immediately switched to Host mode.
"You can sit on the other side of the island or stand here with me. Whatever you'd like to do. I'm going to get started.." He danced around the kitchen grabbing the ingredients, along with pots and pans. I gradually made my way into the kitchen to lean on another counter and continue to sip my wine. "..I'm going to apologize ahead of time. I'm on a super strict Captain America boring-bland-lame diet. So, there will be a lot of seasonings." He laughed, picking out multiple little bottles of seasonings and flavors.

"It's going to be a lot better than my usual Taco Bell diet so this is great!" I laughed and hid my blushing cheeks. My eyes were trained on his hands as they prepared and seasoned the steaks, washed the vegetables and got everything onto the stove. I filled my glass with more wine and did the same for his. "What have you heard so far about our Golden Globes appearance?" I returned to leaning my body onto the island.
"You know what's funny? I don't normally pay attention to the tabloids or listen to any of that crap when it involves me but I have never been so excited to see the headlines!" He kept his eyes on the food cooking. Only raising his eyes to mine at every other word. I playfully gasped at him. "I'm serious! I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would see my name along with yours."
"Well, depending on how this date goes.. you'll have to get used to it." I gave him a sly smile.
"Now I'm nervous!" We both laughed. "I've never done this before."

"Dated someone? Hard to believe." I joked. He laughed loudly.
"Cook for someone that I'm dating." I smiled as calmly as I could.
"So, if I were to ask an ex-girlfriend one question, what would you want me to ask?"
"Oohh, good question. I'm still on good terms with them so I don't think they would say anything bad."
"That is unorthodox."
"Yes. It is the one thing that is a.. dealbreaker." I sipped on my wine. "Does it bother you?" I shook my head quickly.
"If it did, I would be a hypocrite."
"You still talk to your exes?"
"Ex. Just one. Well, I don't know if he would count as an ex because we went on one date. Literally, one. He's just such an amazing friend and we've known each other for so long now."

"May I ask who it is?"
"Okay, don't laugh." He shook his head assertively and brought his glass of wine to his lips. I scowled my face to prepare for his reaction. "Leonardo DiCaprio." He choked on the wine.
"Are you serious?" He said between little coughs.
"Yeah. I was a huge Titanic fan. My dad invited him to my 18th birthday party so when he didn't show up, I was heartbroken. He called me a week later and told me he was filming Body of Lies then he asked me to dinner."
"I'm guessing it didn't go very well?"
"It was okay but we're better as friends."
"What about the boyfriend for the.." He pointed to my back.

"Oh, that was Benji Madden from Good Charlotte." His eyes widened at me.
"You guys aren't friends? Even after all of that?" I shook my head.
"No, not really. I would say it's out of respect to Cameron but he hasn't talked to me in about five years." I nervously laughed.
"And five years ago was when you almost overdose?" I nodded my head. I watched him start to plate the food.
"I was on day four of a partying binge. Somewhere in New York. My 'friends' knew what was happening. They watched me take hit after hit after hit." I finally looked at Chris. His eyes were filled with concern. "I actually remember the feeling of blacking out. I woke up on the floor of a bathroom after the EMTs gave me the Naloxone. Those 'friends' already left to avoid the cops. I haven't talked to them since." I watched him walk up to me and cup my face in his hands.
"I'm glad you're alive." He whispered. I pouted my bottom lip. "I was going to wait to kiss you until after dinner." He pulled my face to his. Our lips touched so gently, it sent shivers all over my body. I smiled into the kiss. He pecked my lips. His beard tickled my lips and he smiled gently. "Hungry?" I nodded my head, keeping my lips close to his.

"Oh, my god. Chris! That was delicious!" I rubbed my happy belly full with food. He gulped down the rest of his wine with a shy smirk. He thanked me and kept his eyes down. He picked at the tiny scraps of food left on his plate. I allowed my chin to rest on my knuckles. "What time do you have to be on set tomorrow?"
"It's a night shoot so.." He squinted his eyes at me as he thought about the time. "..9pm." I glanced at the time on my phone. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Enough time for us to watch a movie." Our eyes finally met. His shy smirk gradually turned into a giant smile. He stood up and held out his hand to help me up and follow him to the living room.
He turned on the tv to click onto Netflix. I felt him bring himself even closer to me and handed me the remote control. I scrolled through the endless options. He relaxed an arm onto the top of the couch behind my head.
"Make sure to pick a really bad movie so we can make out." He whispered into my ear.
"Great minds think alike." I giggled as I started a low budget B-rated zombie movie. I tossed the remote onto the small table next to the couch and maneuvered my body to face him. The beginning credits weren't even finished yet before we were deep into a heated and passionate kiss.