<Chapter 37>

1.8K 29 13
                                    

"Hey uhm Chris?" I say interrupting the silence. "Yeah?" He replies. "Nothing." I say. "You okay?" He questions. "Why do you get jealous so easily?" I ask softly. He takes my hand in his. " They're warm. But it's because I like you." He whispers. "What?" I whisper yell. "Look. I understand if you don't feel the same way." He says sighing as he put his headphones back on. I tap his shoulders. "Mhm?" He says not taking it off. "Chris." I say in an annoyed tone.

"Yeah?" He questions once more. "You didn't let me express my feelings." I say. He stay silent. "The truth is...I don't know how I feel." I say looking at my hands. "But why?" He asks. "Well for one moment your this sweetheart then the next second you become an absolute jerk towards me." I say. "Listen. I'm really sorry, alright?" He apologizes. "But just give it time." He says. I nod my head in return before he pulls me into a side hug where I start to burst into tears. 

"Y/n? Why are you crying." He asks worried. "I'm sorry." I say in between sniffles. "For what?" He asks concerned. "I like you too, Chris. But it isn't right place or the right time." I say. "Like I said just give it time, okay? Just close your eyes and go to sleep." He says. I close my eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up, we had already landed. Just then as we're getting down the plane a girl comes up to us. 


Warm Hands | *Chris Sturniolo x ReaderWhere stories live. Discover now