Broken

Nineteen.

I wiped away the tears from Chris' bearded cheeks. I reassured him again that I wasn't going anywhere. The little smirk curling just the end of his lips made my heart melt. We both cheers a beer and gulped down almost all of it. We giggled at each other. He instructed me to sit at the table while he continued to heat up the rest of the food.

"Well, I'm stuffed." I happily leaned back into the chair, pat my stomach and smiled at him. I devoured the spinach and feta stuffed ravioli and three slices of cheese pizza. Chris inhaled a giant portion of veggie lasagna and two slices of pizza.
"Me, too." He stretched his arms above his head. He let out a big yawn. I pouted my bottom lip at him.
"Tired?"
"Mhmm." He shook his head. "But not too tired to talk about my embarrassing texts to you last night."
"I didn't get any embarrassing texts from you." I innocently smiled at him. He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled at me again.

"Honestly, I'm glad you replied. I would have been losing my mind all day if you didn't." His eyes watched his nails picking at the label on the empty beer bottle.
"I'm glad you told me everything."
"That's not everything. That's only the beginning." He admitted. I frowned my eyebrows in confusion. He cleared his throat and leaned onto his elbows with his arms crossed on the table. "Before we kissed. Before we started flirting. Before all of it. I was thinking about you a lot. I wasn't allowing it to make sense and it was really scaring me. When you told me you were divorcing Jake, I found myself thinking up any excuse to be near you. Just so I could look into your eyes." I pouted my lip at him again. He chuckled gently. "I told Scott about how I was feeling about you which is why he almost disclosed that to you when we were helping you move." I dropped my jaw at the realization.

"Ohh! Was that what he was going to say!?" I laughed. He nodded his head.
"He was going to say that's why I can't stop talking about you and rat me out, the little shithead." He said through his teeth. He let out a chuckle as he dropped his head shyly to run his fingers through his hair again. I laughed again, watching him scratch at his beard.
"When did you know?"
"About how I felt about you?"
"Mhmm." I said as I nodded my head.
"I've always been physically attracted to you because let's face it, you're beautiful and you have an amazing ass.." He held up his hands like he was squishing something. I laughed loudly and hid my blushing cheeks with my hands. "..but I knew I was starting to like you when we went to that small bar in L.A. with the Tom's after thirteen hours on set, remember that?"
"Oh, my god!" I shrieked. "We all got so drunk because Tom kept making us take shots!"

"It was the first time since the divorce that I saw you smiling and really being yourself. You weren't a shadow behind a famous actor or a name behind a script. You were finally Sarah Rose." At first I had tears building in my eyes from laughing so hard. Now I couldn't control them from how much I adored the words that had just come out of his mouth. I lowered my head as the tears fell. "I never had a first date with so much crying."
"I think it's safe to say this is more than a first date, Chris." I trailed my eyes back to his as I spoke.
"Yeah, it's more like a third date with the crying." We both laughed. I wiped the tears from my eyes trying to avoid messing up my makeup. "When did you know?"

"The night you took me to Rocco's for my birthday." I bashfully confessed. He raised his eyebrows.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"So, it wasn't because of my charming personality, good looks and incredible ass?"
"Wow, big ego much?" I scoffed. He exploded into laughter, shook his head and waved his hands in the air. "You forgot to add you're an amazing kisser." He raised his eyebrows again.
"You think so?"
"Oh, I know so." I said confidently. I gently smiled at him as I rubbed my fingertips on my bottom lip. His eyes shifted to my lips then back to my eyes.

"One day, I'll show you what I like to do after I kiss you 'amazingly'." His voice was deeper. My legs twitched under the table. We refrained from talking about anything sexual since we could barely stop each other from ripping our clothes off.
"Hopefully it's not much longer."
"I'll wait as long as you need me to for that but I can't wait any longer to ask you to be my girlfriend."
"But the divorce isn't—"
"I don't care. I want you to be mine. Officially." He reached across the table to bring my hand to his lips. His lips kissed my hand gently. I blinked tears from my eyes again as he held onto my hand. "Sarah..will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes!" I squealed. I hopped up from the chair to straddle his lap and connect our lips. I kissed him deeply.

"Wait, wait, wait." He said between pecks on my lips. "What if you think I'm really bad at sex?"
"I'm not so I'll just fuck you all the time then."
"Oh, be careful. You're going to get poked talking like that." He reached down and pushed down his growing member. I giggled at him. He returned his hands to the sides of my face.
"You know what you can do now, right?" I held onto his wrists. He gradually shook his head, puzzled. I moved his hands down my body and right onto my butt.
"Oh, my god.." He threw back his head as his hands admired every inch of my butt. "..now you're definitely getting poked."
"I can handle it." I connected our lips aggressively. Our tongues battled each other. He was right. I did get poked.