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Title: Quarantine: A Love Story {30}

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Plot, Angst, Mild Cursing, Fluff

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Normally the sound of birds chirping in the morning was annoying. Usually you groaned and slammed your pillow over your head hoping to blot out the sounds and the invasive glare of the morning sun, but that wasn’t the case now. The chirps of the birds around the house weren’t half bad today and neither was the sun that was teasing the sky from behind the clouds. In your head, you sort of felt like you were listening to the opening of the Grieg classically composed piece, Morning Mood. It had been how you liked to start your day now, several repeat sessions of classical music, your chosen hot beverage, and the warmth of the sunlight on your balcony.

Your eyes sleepily fluttered until they fully opened. Your senses instantly came to life one by one. The brightness of the sun didn’t hurt your eyes as much as you expected, instead, you saw the sun in a whole different way. Not it wasn’t just bright yellow-tinted light, it was bright yellow-tinted light that you could actually feel and even smell. The smell of the sun was not the only scent wafting around. The sharp but aromatic scent of freshly cut grass and the blooming summer flowers meshed together to provide a pleasant aroma.

This was not your typical morning indeed. You were not at Perla’s. You weren’t sitting on the balcony with a mug of hot deliciousness, nor were you really listening to any classical music it was all in your head. Your right arm itched as if it were in contact with some rough material. As soon as you recognized the itch, you also felt the burn of numb extremities. A soft groan escaped you, but you didn’t move. It was then the familiar scenery of Chris’s backyard stretched before you. You couldn’t tell what time it was because the sun was beaming down across the lawn giving the illusion of it being well into the afternoon hours.

Your legs rubbed against soft and padded material that felt similar to bedding and it registered that you were in the oversized swinging bed that was a few feet from Chris’s house under the huge Sycamore tree on the property. Just as you were going to move you heard a low gurgling sound that made you freeze. Another gurgle followed the first then something shifted beneath you—a body. Cautiously you rose your head to examine the situation and found you were lying on Chris’s stomach.

Gasping, you jerked upward while quickly checking your body, needing to make sure you hadn’t jumped right back into bed together. Several seconds passed before you realized you were fully clothed as was Chris. You groaned and rubbed your face trying to rub away the remnants of your grogginess, as well as your worry from earlier. You took a few calming breathes and stared out before you.

“I can’t believe I slept here,” you whispered to yourself.

Thinking back to what happened the night before you recollected that it was the best option especially seeing the time you’d finished talking. He didn’t ask you to stay and you didn’t breach the topic either. Instead, it was a nonverbal decision made on both your parts. Neither of you had intended to fall asleep. After the rain subsided the sky was clear than it had been in days, so you decided to take advantage of it and watched the stars.

Glancing back you saw Chris was still fast asleep. Trailing over his face you took note of a few new wrinkles that weren’t there before, but they didn’t make him look older, just more handsome than he already was. You were tempted to trace your finger along his features. It had been weeks since you last touched him so intimately and your fingers itched to change that. Inching closer to him, your hand hesitated midair above his face. From your closer position, you saw more of those wrinkles, and you felt bad.

“You’ve aged him,” you whispered.

You wondered if an apology was enough. You knew from experience the best form of an apology was changed behavior. You contemplated what that meant for a few moments. You quickly got lost in your thoughts zoning out completely as you listed things off in your head. By the time Chris’s face came back into focus his eyes were open and on you. It would have been an understandable reaction to leap off of the bed and slink away, but your body didn’t move from its position.

Chris’s eyes bored into yours and rapidly moved as if he were searching for something behind your irises. You had a pretty good guess what he was looking for. Minutes passed and with each one, your heart pounded. Certainty filled you that he could feel every beat. He had to. From your peripheral, you saw Chris’s hand rise and lackadaisically drift to your face. The closer it got the drier your throat became. When he gently placed his hand to your cheek, cupping your jaw in the process you swallowed but the sound came out as a gulp.

“I miss you,” Chris whispered.

The tense of the word was not missed. He’d said miss and not missed. It was still a present feeling. He wasn’t assuming you were his to have or him missing you in bed. He was acknowledging the fact that nothing had been decided and though you weren’t oceans apart anymore, you also weren’t fully in sync. His words carried a mega punch.

“I miss you so much, sunshine.”

You could hear the yearning in his voice. You could even see it in his eyes. In your weakness, you rested your forehead and nose to his and just closed your eyes. Every time he’d called you the moniker flashed through your head and every memory only clenched around your heart with more force. Good lord, you thought. He made you weak. It was then you came to terms with the fact that you’d missed him just as fiercely and it had nothing to do with anything else than him. You met his eyes again and that is where they lingered.

“You’re a weakness.”

Chris’s grip tightened just enough for you to grasp the need and intensity within him but not enough to harm you. While the touch was forceful, it was also laced with tenderness--laced with love and care. Your belly did backflips on end without any indication of stopping.

“Good, because you are my only weakness,” Chris declared.

“How—how do you live with that? How are you okay with it, especially telling me?”

Chris smirked. “I have faith in the promise of tomorrow.”

The fuck, you thought. What the hell kind of ambiguous seventies hippi answer was that? As if sensing your annoyance, Chris snorted and traced the back of your jaw with his fingertips. It had a dizzying effect. Biting your bottom lip, you held his gaze.

“You being my weakness doesn’t mean I’m a weak man. It means there is one person in this world who has enough power to affect me in unimaginable ways. One person in this world who means nearly enough to me that I allow them to have this power over me. One person in the world I am happy to ebb to their flow and give them my power. I can see how it might seem terrifying to think of it on a baseline but when you dig deeper you’re showcasing strength in your faith and a promise,” Chris explained.

You didn’t know how you hadn’t realized it sooner. This man before you was a painful optimist and romantic at heart. He truly lived and loved like he’d never been hurt or done wrong. It was impressive but also confusing at the same time. You’d forgotten how to live that way and doubted that you ever could live like that again. You knew then that you’d have to work against learned instincts.

“You know human beings break promises all the time. Right?”

Chris smiled and his eyes dipped to your lips. “Do you?”

“I don’t make a promise unless I know I can keep it.”

His eyes met yours again. “Same.”

You nodded once and made a move to get up, but Chris held you in place. “I can promise to love you for every tomorrow of your life. That’s a promise I know I can keep.”

Just like that he’d stolen your breath. He was getting freer and freer with his words of love. You still had yet to utter those words. You wondered if he’d noticed. If he had, did it bother him? you searched his eyes for a few moments for any hints to that answer, but you found none. Sensing the heaviness of the moment, you pulled away and got off of the swing.

“Eh-em.” You avoided eye contact while looking around his backyard. That was when you saw Dodger bounding toward you. a smile lit your face as you dropped to your knees just in time to greet him.

“Hi boy. How are you?”

You scratched behind his ears and rubbed along his spine. You’d missed him. You’d gotten used to seeing him every day with Chris and often him falling asleep at the foot of the bed.

“I missed you.”

Dodger’s response was to lick your cheek, an action you took to mean he missed you just as much.

“Thank you bub. You’re such a good boy, aren’t you? Yes you are. Yes.”

You glanced across to Chris who was standing there with a smile on his face watching the lovefest.

“What?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. Em—should I uh—get you that car?”

Your stomach sank a little. “Uh—do you want to? Do you want me to go?”

“Of course not. If I had my way I’d keep you here forever,” Chris answered.

You stood, “Forever is a long time.”

“Promise?”

Your eyes lingered yet again but the feelings never changed. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth and hid your smile.

“You know what’s good the morning after?”

Chris scoffed then rubbed the back of his neck. “I feel like that was an obvious trap for me.”

You shook your head. “You’re such a dirty old man.”

“See, condemned either way. Tell me, what’s good the morning after?”

Your smile was wide. “Bar-B-Que!”

You quickly walked away with Dodger hot on your trail jumping up on you every so often.

“Come on, I’ll fix you a plate,” you said over your shoulder as you walked to the house.

Ten minutes later you and Chris were sitting in the living room on the floor with enough leftovers to feed six people.

“You’re going to have to give mom this lemonade recipe. She fell in love with it but failed to make it yesterday,” Chris said.

You giggled. “It’s not hard, same steps just more ingredients. I’ll text it to her.”

You ate in silence for a few minutes. You loved BBQ. The sweet and tangy mix of the sauce always hit the spot, but when it was coupled with the side dishes you always ended up sprawled on the couch for hours before a tap overtook you.

“Have uh—have you and mom texted a lot?”

“I wouldn’t say a lot. Maybe a few times a week, some days heavier than others.”

“Did she uh—was she the one that convinced you to come yesterday?”

With your sauced finger halfway to your mouth, you paused and looked at him before sucking off the mess. “No. Believe it or not, no one convinced me to come. I did that on my own. She did make some things clear that brought me to the fact that I was scared to face you and more afraid to talk.”

“What did she make clear?”

Placing your fork down you wiped your hands. “Oh for one that she was the last person you promised to stay away from me.”

Chris paused mid-chew and timidly looked at you. What met his eyes was a slightly annoyed expression.

“Uh—let me explain,” he began.

“No need. She explained the reasoning behind her request. I understand. What I want to know is why did you agree?”

You both continued to eat as the silence stretched. You allowed him to take his time to find the right words, you weren’t in a rush. After a few minutes, Chris took a sip of his lemonade then began.

“For one, have you met my mother?”

You snorted and rolled your eyes.

“She’s terrifying when she wants to be,” Chris added.

“Stop it. She’s not that scary and she’s tiny compared to you.”

“To you and that’s because she loves you. I’m sure she would consider trading me for you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh please, consider? She’d do it in a heartbeat.”

His fork clattered to the porcelain plate and the look on his face said he couldn’t believe you’d gone there. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Wow. Be humble.”

“Fine—it would be a split-second, two seconds top consideration before she traded you. Live with it, Evans. I’m just that amazing.”

Your eyes lingered and he nodded while a soft smile teased his moist lips. “You’re right. You are.”

The silence stretched again and the two of you kept eating.

“I convinced myself it was a good idea. I used the promise as an out to run away from my feelings and try to ignore them. If there was this thing between us especially if it was my mother then I wouldn’t fall for you.”

“That was dumb.”

Chris threw his head back and laughed. It was the laugh you loved, the hearty one, the one that took over his entire being and had him radiating pure sunshine. When his laughter died down he wiped his eyes with the backs of his hands and sighed out.

“You’re right. It was dumb. I was so dumb for that. It was an epic fail.”

“You want what you can’t have the most.”

Again Chris paused. “That’s not what this is. I don’t want you or I didn’t want you because I couldn’t have you. I could have had you that Fourth of July. I could have had you at the bonfire party in the woods, and Halloween. Remember?”

You wanted to throw a rib bone at his head for sounding so damn cocky about it, but he wasn’t wrong. Though after the Fourth of July you’d become leery of him, your attraction to him and the thoughts of what if plagued you all the way till Thanksgiving. Shit, he could have had you on the Thanksgiving table when you’d made his house the third stop on your Tour de Food. Rather than admitting any of it, you continued to eat.

“I know it sounds cocky but I’m not trying to be. There was always something in the air between us. I tried to ignore it, but I felt it and in hindsight, you had had to have felt it too.”

Taking a sip from your mason jar you looked him over. He was right again. You’d felt it and you’d also followed his cue and worked hard to suppress it. You didn’t want to be the fool again as you felt you’d been on the fourth.

“So, it’s not you want what you can’t have. Not for me. I would have ruined everything then. I’m sure of it now.”

You studied him a little longer as he continued to speak. “I know enough about myself and who I was three years ago was a mess and a half. We would have never gotten here if we explored this three years ago. I’m sure you’d hate me by now. I needed time to—grow and learn. Time to appreciate some lessons.”

You bit into the cornbread. “And have you grown and learned? Have you become less of a mess?”

Chris softly scoffed and nodded. “I have. I have you to thank for that. While I wanted to clean up my act and move forward for myself, what I felt for you was a major driving force because I knew I wasn’t right for you then.”

“Do you think you’re right for me now?”

It was Chris’s turn to study you. Seconds passed then minutes and still, he remained silent. You really had no idea what he was going to say.

“What I think is irrelevant. What you think is what matters. Do you think I’m right for you?”

You sucked in a breath and looked away from him. It was a question you’d thought of but in reverse. Were you right for him? You took another deep breath and released it.

“While you showed me your asshole side a lot, the side that didn’t care about others' feelings, I’ve come to see that it was an act. Underneath the asshole, there is a great man, a kind man, a gentle one. One that would do anything for the people he cares about and speaks with conviction about everything he’s passionate about. I’ve come to see that you are the man that women tell their moms about with hearts in their eyes. Underneath it all, you’d be right for any woman.” You paused and took another sip of your drink. “The thing is—I worry that—I’m not right for you.”

It was a struggle to get those words out but you wanted to be as candid as possible now instead of sugar-coating everything.

“Why?”

You took a beat to organize your thoughts. “I’m not an actress. I’m not a model--.”

“When have I ever said I wanted that?”

“Let me finish.”

Chris laid down his utensils and wiped his hands then gave you his full attention. That made this more nerve-wracking.

“I’m not an actress or a model. I am not stick thin with pale or porcelain skin. I’m not worth millions. I am not Ms glam and chic, I don’t have lunches with Clooney and spend weekends with the Kardashians. That world—your world is not my world. I am an artist who now writes. I have a multitude of curves that my mama and ancestors blessed me with. My skin couldn’t be the furthest from pale or porcelain and it comes with hair that is not sleek and blond or brunette. I have a sense of style and like to look as cute as the next woman but walking around in nine-inch heels and a full hour’s worth face of makeup is exhausting to me. I usually skip lunches and spend the weekend with my sister and brothers doing boring shit like shopping, lounging, doing nails. I am not some angelic, never been touched virgin. I’ve been through hell and back and my wings are scorched black with how tainted and jaded I am. I am the complete opposite of every woman you’ve ever entertained. I worry that I’m so different and you might really like it now but one day you’ll wake up to see that the luster has faded, and a mistake was made. I worry we’d ruin each other.”

The room became very quiet. Even Dodger who was sitting enjoying a bone of his own was silent and still. When you were finally able to look at him again he looked so patient sitting there with a pleasant look on his face.

“So—you think you’re not right for me because you’re different from everyone else, everyone else that never mattered?”

You dropped your head.

“No, keep looking at me.”

Your eyes met again.

“Isn’t it a good thing if what you want and gravitate to changes as you mature, grow, and progress? Isn’t that a sign of growth and getting closer to an actualized self?”

He was beginning to quote Siddhartha now, you thought.

“Shouldn’t we grow?”

“Yes but--.”

“So your problem is that my growth seems illogical or forced?”

“No, no I’m not saying that,” you rushed out.

“What are you saying?”

You sighed. “I don’t want to be your mid-life crisis. That decision you make because you’re close to forty and realize you have nothing to show for it that matters to you. I don’t want to be the mistake that gets laughed at by the entire world because she loved the wrong person.”

There it was. Again, neither of you spoke for a while.

“Wow, maybe you should switch careers and work with Perla,” Chris quietly said with his head low. You’d hit a nerve. You knew you would. There was no way you could have worded that without making an impact.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s how you’re feeling, never apologize for that.”

“I don’t mean to hurt you, though.”

“Can I ask something?”

You laggardly nodded and prayed it was something you could answer. He didn’t speak right away, instead, Chris took you in for a few moments before he spoke.

“Do you love me?”

Your heart rate shot up so quickly that a quick rush of air escaped you as if someone had gut punched you. Once he’d asked the question, you got the answer to the question you’d been wondering for hours of whether or not he’d noticed you hadn’t said the words at all. He’d noticed. Suddenly dizziness overtook you and you had to lower your head.

“Are you okay?”

Clutching your head you took a few breaths. “I’m fine. Give me a second.”

You continued your breathing and tried to get some control over your runaway emotions. This man could affect you faster than oil reacted to water. After almost a minute, you looked back at him. His eyes were alert and filled with concern. You knew the answer to this question it wasn’t rocket science or something you’d never thought about. You’d long held this answer in your heart but hid it buried underneath all the scars and baggage that hadn’t been packed away yet. Now with all that baggage gone and your heart decluttered, the answer was clearly etched over all its walls.

When you didn’t speak for almost a full five minutes Chris began, “It’s—it’s okay if you don’t. I’ve actually been preparing myself for months—years for the truth that you don’t. I’ve steeled myself to accept that for you all that we had was something physical and this is my first bout of unrequited love. Like I’ve worked overtime drilling it into my head so when the moment comes—this moment comes I’ll be able to smile through the pain.”

He chuckled nervously, dipped his head, and fiddled his fingers. A small smile spread across your lips seeing his nervous ticks on display. He’d worked hard in the past to hide them but they came out every once in a while. You’d seen them often in Cape Cod.

“For the last eight-ish years I lost the meaning of that word. I even doubted if I ever really even knew what it meant in the first place. I had no way to define it, or quantify it so I—avoided it and built the ice around the organ that they say that emotion is supposed to stem from. With a block of ice for a heart, love isn’t a worry. I went through life like a walking ice cube. I couldn’t feel. Anyone who said they liked me or felt for me I could never reciprocate because I could not feel it, I did not know it. After eight years it became routine. Going through life and interactions without that part of me, I never once missed it, never once wallowed in it.”

You took a breath and a sip of your drink. “Then, one Fourth of July night under a sky full of fireworks my best friend’s supposed asshole brother somehow without warning made that ice organ flutter. After five years there was something I couldn’t explain and that something, that flutter happened again and again and again without warning or coherent reason. The only common denominator was you.”

Chris’s eyes were now on you and as wide as ever. He was shocked, you thought. Shit, you were shocked too.

“That tripped me up because it wasn’t as if you’d been trying to be nice to me, or get to know me you’d been keeping your distance and only staying around me for minutes at a time. There was no reason to what I realized was the beginning of the great thaw. All I knew was I had to stay the hell away from you as much as you were staying away from me. Fast forward to this godforsaken pandemic and everything changed in a matter of weeks. It was so quick, so unexpected, and new it scared me. Instead of flutters, I was feeling full-on heart palpitations. Rather than me being able to ignore you, you affected me, I thought about you, dreamt of you, found myself gravitating to you no matter where you were. It was annoying as shit!”

Chris’s smile lit up his face and true to testament, your heart fluttered.

“Fuck! Don’t smile.”

His smile got bigger and bigger and your heart pounded even more rapidly.

“Fuck, stop Chris.”

The two of you giggled together like idiots because only idiots would laugh at a time like this.

“It took me a while—longer than it should be humanly possible but I finally figured out what I felt and you’re wrong. All that is between us is not physical. It never even started out that way—well not entirely. The point is it’s not just physical.”

Chris stared at you as he waited for you to continue. You wondered if he were breathing.

“Are you holding your breath?”

He snorted and lowered his head, giving you your answer.

“You’re such a dork,” you adoringly teased.

“Ask me again.”

He kept quiet for a little while, took a deep breath then asked.

“Do you love me?”

“I do love you. I’ve loved you for a long time but now I’ve—fallen in—love with you.”

Slowly, you saw the words make their mark, and gradually you saw him come alive from the inside out. His eyes were the first to react, they widened and brightened like the north star in the sky. Then his lips spread into a pleasing grin but when he threw himself back onto the floor you had to admit your shock.

“Oh my god, Y/N. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words? Do you know how much I tormented myself thinking you didn’t feel that way about me and never would?”

He shot back up and gazed deep into your eyes. “Are you sure? You’re not going to take it back tomorrow when you wake up and realize you said too much? Or the first time I piss you off?”

You snorted.

“I’m sure. It took a minute to accept it but--,” you paused reaching for his hands. You knew the reason he hadn’t initiated touching you was that he wanted you to be your most comfortable and take things at your speed. It made you even more certain of how you felt.

“I’ve accepted it and understand my reasons and believe in it.”

Chris stared at your laced hands and you could feel him getting emotional.

“What are your reasons?”

You smirked because you knew this was coming. You didn’t blame him for asking, he needed to words, he’d gone so long without them he needed some reassurance.

“You’re deathly loyal to those you trust and who matter in your life. You’re honest, truthful, so damn intelligent but you don’t think you’re smart enough which is why you’re constantly reading everything you get your hands on. You have this clear sense of self, so clear that your opinions are strong about what matters to you but have a hard time jumping full on a side rather than coasting the middle because you struggle with a feeling of incompetence to make the choice. You hate to wake early but you like early mornings because of the sunrise and nature waking up. I love that you’re weirdly quirky, you’d put chocolate syrup on almost everything. If no one would give you a side-eye you’d put it on steak. You’re a messy neat freak which is the biggest contradiction in the world and at any time a particular part of your house will either be in this weird spotless state or a complete disaster, no in-between. You have this great sense of humor and can see the humor in almost any situation which is great because I’ve lost mine and you make me laugh to the point I am rediscovering my own laughter. I love the side you hide from your fans, the side you keep offline, the side that eats a huge dinner and will unbuckle his pants to make room for two servings of dessert then feel guilty the next day and do a 3-mile walk with Dodger. The side that will spend days in the woods camping, or even days lost in a book by a great view. The side that has this weird obsession with trees that some would call creepy. By some I mean me. I love your laugh especially that loud obnoxious one that comes from deep in your soul. If I am the first person everyone sees in the crowd you’re the second because how could they not. I love how you love your mother and siblings, I love how passionate you are for everything including life, I love how persistent you are and how you’re such a sore loser. I love how sexy you are and that you like to play it off like you don’t know it 90 percent of the time but that ten percent of you actually not knowing it is so sexy. I love you, Chris. I spent three years seeing all the things to love about you only to fall in love with it all. So that unrequited love you’re imagining is nonexistent. This is requited.”

The silence in the room stretched. Neither if you spoke, just sat there letting everything you’d rushed out sink in. You could give him a minute, he’d just come to realize that as much as he knew you, you knew him. As much as he’d been watching and paying attention all these years, the same was true for you. The longer he was quiet the more nervous you became. It was your turn to wonder what he was thinking. Your turn to be anxious.

You watched his Adam’s apple bob just before he cleared his throat. You didn’t know how he’d been able to hide this side for so long. All you saw right now was the emotional, open heart, loving Chris.

“Wow, eh-em.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Chris let your hands go, moved your plates out of the way then slid to you bracing both his legs on either side of you so you sat between them looking at him.

“Better late than never and you can’t expect sunshine without a little rain.”

He lifted his hand as if to touch your cheek but he stopped.

“Touch me.”

“Can I, are you sure?”

You smiled and nodded. At crawling speed, Chris brought his hand to your cheek and softly caressed it. A sigh escaped you. It had been a long time. Too long.

“God, I’ve missed this,” you both said at the same time. Smiling together, you brought your foreheads together and just breathed each other in.

“I missed you,” you said.

The way Chris looked at you spoke volumes. He didn’t have to say the words back because you saw it in his eyes and the way they glistened, felt it in his touch with how tender it was, smelled it on his skin from the pheromones he released and heard it in how rapidly his heart beat. Chris leisurely brought his lips to yours in a long-overdue move. Once your lips touched, you didn’t need the words, you could taste it in the sweetness and softness of his lips.

“I missed you more,” Chris mumbled against your lips as he unhurriedly kissed you, reveling in the feel of you.

Though they were unnecessary words, you welcomed them, nonetheless. Who didn’t welcome the feeling of coming home?

Chris pulled back but instantly came back and kissed you once, then twice and gazed into your eyes. His arctic blue eyes bored into yours in the most intimate of ways. You could see the burning question in them but he didn’t speak. Instead, he kissed you again making you smile. It was as if he couldn’t bear to keep his lips from yours. This kiss was not a quick one. This kiss had him delving his tongue into your mouth swirling it with yours and taking your breath away in the process.

When he pulled away again, your eyes remained closed allowing you to get lost in the way his thumbs swirled along the sides of your neck in dizzying circles. He must have been a sorcerer with the way the way his touch affected you. Your skin prickled with goosebumps, heart beat erratically, and bottom lip trembled. As you opened your eyes, you found his on you as if he were waiting for you to look at him. Chris then brought one of his thumbs across and hooked your bottom lip, gently pulled down in the most seductive way.

“What now?”

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