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Author's Note: HELLOOOOO my loves, long time no see right? I have no excuses ngl I just pressure myself too much with the fic, I am always scared to post ANYWAY here we go! Also writing is very much an hobby for me, I know I should probably just focus on one story and finish it buuuut I know that forcing myself to write only one of my fic until it's over would only put me on the biggest slump EVER, which why the updates are long, it's just I am working on another one soooo sorry for that again!!
LONG CHAPTER AHEAD hehe take a drink buckle up for this one 😌😉, I'll hope you enjoy it !! Don't forget to VOTE & COMMENT you can't understand how it motivates to force my lazy & anxious ass to write the next chapter !!
TW: Smut (fingering, kind of bite kink 🤨 not really but a still a bit ? we are only starting here but 😉) mention of toxic family (not in detailed but it will be a very recurrent topic in the future I will always put it in the TW but it's just for you to know 🫶🏽)
Don't miss the second author's note at the end !!
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While waiting for the pizza, Chris and I got to talk a lot. First, we opened a wine bottle to discuss how our childhood was.
"Scott and I were little devils", laughed Chris.
"I am pretty sure you were the only evil, corrupting his poor soul."
"That's... low but very true" he raised his glass. "Cheers to that!". We both laughed, and Chris leaned on the kitchen counter, staring at me straight in my iris.
The magnetic pull we share reappeared, apart from the kiss we shared a few minutes ago, but we never talked it out. Where could this take us, or what exactly do we want from each other. If I let my eyes talk, I probably wouldn't let Chris go ever again, and from what his, are telling me right now, I am not the only one sharing this opinion. But if I let my brain process words to explain what is going through my mind, it would not produce the same outcome, quite the opposite, actually.
I open my mouth to express something I don't know what exactly, but if I don't focus on something else, my head will burst like a helium balloon.
"I - I wanted—"
"I - yeah... I"
We both giggle; Chris scratches the back of his neck, turning a shade redder "Go first, my bad"
"It's totally me. I'm sorry," we laugh again. I take a deep breath shutting my eyes for a second, "What I wanted to tell you is I really app—" Multiple loud knocks cut me off and make me jump at the same occasion.
"Hold that thought, would ya? I am going to get the pizzas," he starts walking to the door. "Take the wine and some plates to the living room, sweetheart, so we can continue this discussion". Before opening the door, he turns in my direction, winking at me. I shake my head and walk to the couch, giggling; I hear him laugh, too, proud to see me getting flustered anytime he is a flirt, that cocky little bastard.
