I'm With You 'Til the End of the Line (A Chris Evans FanFic)

Chapter 3

He let go of me and walked towards the outside door which led to the pool, looking sad that I didn't tell him about it yet.

"Erin, why didn't you tell me your aunt had a killer pool?" he asked.

"I just got caught up in spilling my heart and soul to you, like you wanted." I said sarcastically but jokingly.

He grinned at me and looked back outside. "Well it's a beautiful day. Let's take advantage of it." he said grabbing my hands.

"Oh, no I don't usually swim when nobody else is home."

"Why not? You can swim right?" he said teasingly.

"Yeah, obviously." I said with a laugh.

"So what's the problem?"

"I don't want anyone breaking in or something catching on fire, or som-"

"It's fine, nothing bad is going to happen, Erin." Yeah right. Not if you're going to have anything to do with it, mister.

"Now stop being such a stick in the mud and come swim with me." he motioned to the door that he had already opened. I just stood there, thinking whether I should or not. And before I could answer...

"Ok, you leave me no choice."

He grabbed me by the waist and plopped me over his shoulder and carried me out forcefully.

"Chris! I was going to give you an answer!" I said loudly with a laugh.

"Well you were taking too long to say something then. I was getting impatient."

"That's not always a desirable quality in a man, Chris. Good things come to those who wait." I said as he put me down.

"Do they though? Are you still waiting for me?" he said jokingly.

"Haha, Chris." I said as he was taking his shirt off. Damn, he looked good. I couldn't help myself, but I had to look. I don't think he minded that I did. He began taking his pants off too which was sure a sight to see. I don't know if he realized that he was just in in his boxers and that he would be getting them soaked. And I wasn't about to give him someone else's underwear, which is just plain nasty. Swim trunks are different story.

"I can lend you some swim trunks, if you want?" I asked.

"Nah, it's okay. Then you have to go get some from your cousin. Plus, it's more fun this way." He winked at me and then dove into the pool. I rolled my eyes at and shook my head.

He shook his head to get his floppy, wet brown-with-some-blonde hair out of his face. "Are you going to come in or what?" he asked impatiently.

"I don't have my swimsuit." I said worryingly.

"Just go in your bra and underwear." he said. Yeah, like hell I was going to do that.

Is he really flirting at his point or is he just making it easier to have sex with me in the pool? Also I am still somewhat self-concious, which will never completely go away. I think at this point I was comfortable enough to undress in front of him, even though it still scared me to the core. But we need to get over our fears right?

I began to take my shirt off and he whistled at me, making me roll my eyes at him but in a playful way. Inside I was actually swooning over him thinking that it felt nice that someone thought I was sexy and beautiful. So I took off my pants and started moving my hips around for him a little, in a teasing way.

"Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" he shouted clapping his hands and whistling some more. I rolled my eyes, yet I smiled, and cannonballed in, splashing him as much as I could.