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Exactly one week till me and Chris leave to travel the world for the Endlessly movie tour, and absolutely no progress on Mark.

Not, even a single finger twitch, he's just lying there looking dead. His colour has come back, which is a good thing, but I just pray that he starts showing better signs before I have to leave.

Yesterday while Chris spent the day at my apartment Liam emailed us the movie trailer, to say it was amazing is an understatement.

The different angles of the cameras, the emotions on Chris and I's faces, and the dramatic music, all brought a captivating, emotional love story together.

Chris's face after the trailer ended with one of our kissing scenes with adorable, he picked me up and spun me around, and I quote said, "Were Flippin amazing!"

Laughing and hitting his back, "Put me down, you big oaf."

He sets me down on the ground and grabs my shoulders, "Did you see that?" he exclaims, shaking me around.

I copy his actions by grabbing his shoulders and shaking as well, "I did, did you?"

"I did!"

"You're so cute," I mumble, pinching his smiling cheeks.

"I know," he chuckles, "I wish I could say the same about you."

Who's he kidding, the number of times I've caught him just staring at me like a lovesick puppy is unbelievable.

He's obsessed with me, and he knows it.

But if he wants to play that way...

"Actually," I trail off pulling away from him, "I know lot's of hot men who disagree."

He tenses and narrows his brown eyes at me, "What did you say?"

I smile up at him innocently and walk to the kitchen, making sure I swing my hips for him.

Grabbing a juice box from the fridge, I stab the plastic straw through the hole and suck the delicious peach ice tea.

I lean against the counter as I suck my straw and look up through my lashes and find a murderous Chris.

"I said, what did you say?" he grumbles walking closer to where I stand.

I swallow tightly, suddenly nervous about how close he's getting. The palms of my hands are getting sweaty, I shuffle on my feet as he stands inches away from my body.

I blush as I look straight into his blazing eyes, did I tell you how amazing he looks today?

Today Chris showed up at my front door step in black tight jeans, a tight under armour long sleeve shirt that does wonders for his muscles, on his feet are a pair of black Jordans, one silver chain is hanging from his neck... and his hair is a curly, sexy mess.

And how do I look?

Like a mess... black highrise leggings, a purple cropped sweatshirt and fuzzy Christmas socks, and it's not even Christmas.

The only good thing about my appearance is my hair, it's wavy due to the braids I slept in last night.

"What?" I whisper up, my breath getting caught in my throat.

Chris presses his body against mine and grips my chin in his hand, "Which other men?"

Not being able to speak, I let out a squeak.

His chest rumbles against mine as he lets out a low chuckle, "Cat got your tongue?"

"No, you do."

He leans his head to the side, while his eyes slide up and down my body. "Don't look at me like that when I look like this," I mumble feeling embarrassed.  

"You look stunning my love," he says, grabbing my hips and placing me on top of the counter and stepping in between my legs. "The thoughts running through my mind about you today," he whispers, grabbing my hips pulling my body flush against his.

I can feel everything, his hard abs, his biceps, and well you know...

"Back to the topic on hand," His husky voice made me look at him. "Who else is there other than me?"

I tease, "All the men in my DMs."

"Really," Chris trails off, mumbling against my neck.

"Mhm," I hum, arching my neck back for him to access better.

He demands, "Say it."

Confused, I focus my gaze on his heated one, "Say what?"

"That I'm the only one," his deep voice demands.

I get caught off guard not being able to speak anything, Chris narrows his eyes at me. He moves his hands down to my butt and grips the globes pushing my hips against his.

"Say...it," he says, pushing me harder into him.

"You're...the...only...one," I mumble between gasps.

He smacks my bottom and sucks on the base of my neck, "Say it louder."

Gasping, getting lost in the pleasure he gave me, I grip his hair and push his head further into my neck, "You're the only one."

Feeling Chris smile against my neck, he moves his hand to rub the inside of my thigh.

I let out a groan when Chris wraps my legs around his torso, he grabs my butt and walks over to the couch. He lightly places me down on the soft leather, and hovers over me, breathing heavily.

I wrap my legs around his waist as our lips collide in a hungry, passionate kiss. He grips my hair as I do the same with his, he sucks my bottom lip between his and lets out a moan, I pull his hair as I detach my lips from his.

I place my lips on his neck, kissing everywhere trying to find his special spot. Finally finding the spot that makes him crazy, just below his ear lobe on the left side of his neck. I suck softly, grinding into his hips, as he lets out a groan going to town on my neck.

He flips us around quickly and unexpectedly, so I'm now straddling him. He grips my hips and grinds me down on his groin, I let out a breathy moan as I feel his growing bulge, "Holy shit," he breathes out.

Grabbing his shoulders I attach my lips to his, as our tongues tangle together, while pushing our hips against each other. I trail my hands up and down his abs as he grabs my bum, our movments are harder and faster now.

"Butterfly," He moans, throwing his head back, "Chris," I breathe back, getting lost in the feeling of our bodies colliding together.

"We...need...to...stop," he says between moans.

"No," I say between groans.

"Let me get lost in you," I say strongly, brushing my lips against his.

I groan impatiently when he stops the movements of my hips.

He pushes me off of him, I land on my back as he stands fast and whips his head towards the windows.

"Shit," he curses striding towards the windows and slamming the curtains shut, darkness fills my vision, my eyes take time to adjust to the darkness. When I'm finally able to spot Chris, he's still standing by the windows, croched down onto the floor, cradling his head in his hands.

Rushing up from the couch, I squat down onto the floor, holding his head in the palms of my hands, "What's wrong?" I whisper looking into his teary eyes.

He sniffles, stands to his full height as I do the same, "I want to wait," he says nervously.

I gaze into his eyes, "That's fine with me."

"This is exactly what he wants." he says stressed.

Confused, I wrap my arms around his waist as I place my head on his chest, I smile when I can feel and hear his fast heartbeats, "Who?"

"The devil, I want to wait," he mumbles, looking down embarrassed.

I smile looking into his eyes, "You're a great man."

"Because you make me one."

We spent the rest of the evening cuddling, I finally brought up my past, explaing the story about my ex-boyfriend, and Chase.

He held me all night as he whispered encouragingly to me as I cried myself to sleep.

The last thought that came into my mind, while my body was relaxing into sleep is that Chris can touch me anywhere without causing me to go into a panic. 

He's the one, I know it from the bottom of my heart.

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