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Unbroken

Part 1

Christian Pulisic x reader, Enemies to Lovers

You are best friends with Christian’s childhood friend, however, you and Christian cannot seem to get along with one another.

Word count: 4600+

Warnings: Smut, fluff, swearing, angst throughout the entire series

Christian Pulisic.

Hate is a strong word, and you don't think you hate him, but you are quite certain he hates you.

Your college roommate and best friend, Emily, also happens to be best friends with Christian. They grew up together, kind of. Her parents and his parents are close. Naturally, they spent time together when they were younger, vacations, Christmas, traveling to watch Christian play as he exploded through the youth ranks in the US and then overseas. She doesn't have many childhood memories that don't include him.

You've met him, and his family when Emily invited you to tag along on a summer trip to Florida. His family were so inviting and nice, but Christian, he seemed to have a chip on his shoulder when it came to you. Typical sports star with an ego you thought.

You couldn't exactly put your finger on why he disliked you, but you somehow always ended up bickering when you were around each other, especially if it was just you and him and Emily.

He never really gave you a chance, he didn't seem to want to get to know you at all. You felt like he just silently, and sometimes not so silently, judged you and Emily for being typical girls your age, enjoying parties, drinking too much on occasion, and the attention two young, pretty girls seemed to garner from members of the opposite sex.

What he didn't know, was that most of the time you were the responsible one, making sure Emily made it home safely, and avoiding the random hookups she seemed to enjoy.

You and Emily had been out with Christian and some of his friends in Miami on occasion. You'd noticed the way girls seemed to throw themselves at him and his friends, no doubt hoping for their fifteen minutes of fame.

You hated it, cringing whenever photos would inevitably come out linking you and Emily to him, some people taking things to the extreme and claiming you were his girlfriend. Emily never got linked as his girlfriend because it was well established that they were close friends from childhood, you on the other hand, not so much.

But Emily loved Christian, and you loved Emily, so you tried to tolerate him for her sake.

******

"Why do we have to stay with him again?" you question her as you are finalizing plans for a trip to London.

"Why can't the two of you just get along?" she fires back at you.

"It's not me, I've tried, Em. He hates me and I don't know why."

"Funny, he says the same thing," she rolls her eyes at you.

"You realize you are practically male and female versions of the same person, right? That's why I love you both so much" she laughs.

"Highly doubt that, we have absolutely nothing in common, except for you, Em."

"We are staying with him because he invited us. His house is plenty big for us to crash there, and we won't even see him that much I'm sure. The last few times I've been to London, I rarely saw him, he's busy training and traveling. He does have some hot friends though. Fit, I mean, English lads are fit," she giggles, fanning her face and pretending she might faint.

"He invited you to stay with him. He only found out I was coming after the fact, and it would have been rude for him to rescind at that point," you answer her.

"See, he's being nice, y/n" she smirks at you flicking on the TV and turning on the US match he happens to be playing in right now. "Dee and I agree that you are just alike and whatever hatred you have for one another is sexual tension and there is only one way to fix that."

"There's a difference between not being rude and being nice, and I'm not even going comment on that last bit" you huff as you see him flash across the screen, tugging a captain’s arm band up his arm as he shoves into an opposing player mouthing something that looked far from innocent.

Your eyes widen slightly, and you feel something light inside of you. Not today, Satan you think to yourself, quickly burying any thoughts your brain is trying to force on you.

******

"Fuck, Christian just like that" you moan loudly as he curls two fingers against your g-spot, thumb pressing against your clit.

"Shhh, baby, can't have everyone hearing you moaning for me, what would they think, huh?" he smirks, tugging his captain's armband up from your neck and into your mouth to act as a gag before sinking his face back between your legs.

Fuck he's better at that than he should be you think to yourself as you feel yourself clench around his fingers hearing him moan quietly as he continues devouring you.

You bring your hand between your legs to tug on his curls causing him to moan again, the vibrations driving you mad.

"Come on baby, I know you've got another one in you." He pants between flicking his tongue, sucking, and kissing over your clit quickly brining you to your second orgasm of the night.

Your orgasm surges through you, your back arching as you grip the sheets with one hand, Christian's hair with the other. He slows his movements slightly helping you through it before kissing along your thighs and stomach, finally bringing his hand up to pull the armband from your mouth before smashing his lips to yours. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself with a hungry and needy kiss.

You sit up, "Jesus Christ, get it together, y/n." You bring you hand to your lips, running your fingers over them still able to feel his lips on yours, his beard scratching you lightly, then noticing how aroused you are, dripping for him, your pussy clenching around absolutely nothing but the dream you'd just had. Flopping yourself back down onto the bed, you cover your face with a pillow and groan "this cannot be happening."

******

Private Conversation between Christian and Emily

“Christian, try and be nice to y/n when we visit. She’s already anxious about staying in your house, and she’s had a rough few months. Take it easy on her, ok? She’s cut off all communication with her family at this point, gone through a rough break-up, and is literally making life-changing decisions completely alone.”

“She might actually have to speak to me, you know?” Christian snaps back at her.

“Look, I think everything about you overwhelms her, especially when she gets hammered with speculation about dating you.”

“I didn’t know she was dating anyone, though,” he replies, his tone a little softer.

“Yeah, they dated for a while, apparently he never got the memo that dating someone means you stop sleeping around though” she answers.

“Sounds like she needs to pick better then” he scoffs.

“What, like you?” Emily returns with a grin.

“No, not like me, you know how my life is, I can’t give anyone a relationship they deserve right now, especially if we aren’t even in the same country, Em” he shakes his head at his friend’s suggestion.

******

London. A city you've dreamed of visiting as long as you can remember emerges through the clouds as your plane descends.

As soon as you land at Heathrow, Emily checks her phone, letting out a little cheer.

"Chelsea won today, Christian and his fit friends are meeting us to celebrate later. Apparently they have the next few days off" she grins at you.

You roll your eyes at her "great, forced fun with a guy that hates me for no reason and a bunch of people I don't know, sounds amazing"

"Don't be like that, it will be fun, y/n, I promise."

You follow Emily as she guides you through the crowd at the airport, getting you settled on a train and trying to begin explaining the different modes of transportation that will help you to navigate London without really needing a car that often.

You arrive at Christian's after getting an Uber from the train station suddenly nervous that you are at his house. "He's not here" Emily bumps your hip with hers, sensing that you had tensed up, "he's meeting us at the nightclub, they are going to grab some dinner to give us time to get ready. He says there are some things we can snack on in his fridge if we are hungry."

"That was thoughtful of him" you say not really meaning to compliment him, but it just slipped out.

"See, he's trying to be nice," she smiles back at you.

She leads you up the stairs to his house, pointing down one hallway "his room is down that way along with his gaming room and cinema room, ours are this way" she drags you in the opposite direction.

Emily shows you into your room turning on the light, "he always has flowers waiting for me, looks like he's done the same for you," she smiles, "see n-i-c-e," she spells out for you as you huff and drop your bags.

"Now freshen up and put on something sexy, we've got footballers to impress" she says swatting you on the ass.

You wander around the room, taking everything in, pictures of him and his family, him on his boat, him and Emily, and team celebration photos scattered around the room. But one picture in particular caught your eye, there on the night stand, next to the flowers, a picture of Christian, Emily, and YOU.

You feel your stomach flip, warmth spreading through your body as you pick the picture up. You remember this night, you and Christian had actually gotten along fairly well, probably due to large quantities of alcohol and the fact that you'd avoided each other most of the day.

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After a late night swim, Emily begged the two of you to take a picture with her. You both gave in, knowing there was absolutely no point in fighting her. Emily wrapped her arms around Christian's waist, him slinging one arm around her shoulders. He slid his other arm around your waist, hand resting on your hip as he pulled you into his side as you leaned your head against his shoulder. After the picture was snapped Emily let go of him and went to inspect the picture his hand lingering on your hip a little longer, giving it a slight squeeze before he let go of you.

A game of truth or dare had followed, it being obvious everyone in the room had made it their mission to get you and Christian into as many compromising situations as possible.

It started with Nick daring you to give Christian a lap dance. You'd obliged, playing along, straddling him and pressing your tits close to his face before turning around and grinding your hips down over his lap, rolling them along with the music as his hands came up flank your hips. Emily dared you to take body shots off each other. And finally, Alex dared Christian to kiss you.

He'd brought his face close to yours, his breath fanning over your face, a mixture of whiskey and mint hitting you as his eyes flick between your eyes and lips before he dipped his head and placed a kiss to your cheek that lingered a little too long to be considered friendly.

"Boring" the group shouted in unison before you got up and left the room, done with the night. You went outside and sat at the edge of the pool, dangling your feet into the water as you stared off into the distance.

"See, we can get along" you hear him drawl as he sits down next to you dropping his feet into the water and sliding a hand around your waist.

"Yeah, I guess we can when you’re not being a pri..." he cuts you off as you turn to face him, sliding his other hand up to cup your jaw as he presses a kiss to your lips.

Before you even have time to realize what's happening, your body reacts to his, your hands slipping into the back of his hair as you pull him closer to you deepening the kiss. He moans softly into your mouth before pulling away, pecking you one more time on the lips as he bumps his nose against yours "night, y/n" is all he says before hopping up and disappearing into the house, leaving you wondering what the hell just happened. But one thing you were sure of, you'd never been kissed like that.

The next day, things returned to normal, the two of you barely acknowledging each other, but both wondering if the other even remembered the events from the night before.

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Putting the picture down, you finally decide you should start getting ready, you throw open your suitcase, calling down the hallway to Emily "are you wearing a dress or jeans?"

"Dress, skirt, definitely something with easy access," she says poking her head around the door with a mischievous grin.

"Wear that one" she says pointing to the blue dress you are holding in your hands "it makes your ass look good" she shrugs.

You both finish getting ready, having a few snacks and a pre-drink while waiting on the car Christian sent for you to arrive.

You make your way into central London, finally arriving at the nightclub where Christian is waiting at the door for you so that he can take you to the VIP section they've reserved and you won't have to stand in line waiting to get in.

He pulls Emily into a hug, lifting her off her feet and spinning her around, finally sitting her back down and turning his attention to you. "Hey, y/n, you look nice" he says eyeing you up and down.

"Thanks, so do you, and thanks for letting us stay with you for a few days" you offer him a smile.

"See guys, that wasn't so hard was it?" Emily grins looking back and forth between the two of you.

"Now, Chris, take me to your hottie friends, oooh, is Ben here?" she smiles at him and flutters her eyelashes.

"Yeah, he is," he shakes his head at her before turning and taking her hand pulling her into the club.

She turns and grabs your hand pulling you behind her mouthing "he's so hot" to you as you shake your head at her.

You arrive at the section they are in Christian introducing you, "I think you all know Emily and this is y/n. Y/n, this is Mason, Ben, Reece, Kai, and Sophia" You wave and shyly say hi, hating that everyone is staring at you. Emily greets everyone since she already knows them and squeezes her way around to sit down next to Ben.

God I wish I had an ounce of her confidence you think to yourself. You watch as Christian plops back down in what you presumed was his previous seat next to Sophia, as you stand there a bit awkwardly glancing around to figure out where to sit.

Mason shifts over a bit nodding his head indicating you can sit next to him. You sit beside him uttering your thanks and offering him a smile.

"So you're the infamous, y/n?" Mason grins at you, a brilliant smile, sparkling eyes, and charming personality that he's clearly learned to use to his advantage.

"My reputation proceeds me, I see" you chuckle, reaching for a shot glass full of what you presumed was tequila.

You turn to offer him a shot as well to find him looking your ass over. When he notices he's been caught, he smiles sheepishly. You slide the shot glass towards him, grabbing the salt and limes as well, sitting back down in your previous spot.

"I was checking to see if you have a tail", he quips.

You narrow your eyes at him, not quite sure you understand what he's talking about.

"Figured you'd have a tail and horns, from the things I've heard."

"Oh" you laugh, finally catching on, "from him I presume?" you tilt your head towards Christian never taking your eyes off Mason.

"Yeah, but you don't seem that bad to me" he winks at you.

Oh, he's good at this little game, you think to yourself.

"I would guess that most of what he's told you is far from the truth" you smile back at him, "he barely knows me."

You hand him the lime, watching him balancing it between his fingers as you lick a stripe on his wrist, covering it with salt. You place the salt back on the table, pulling Mason's wrist towards your mouth, licking the salt off him, quickly downing the shot and sucking the lime between his fingers.

"That didn't take long" Emily murmurs to Ben as she glances over to see Christian watching the whole scene play out in front of him.

Mason repeats the same actions, placing salt on your wrist and taking the lime from between your fingers just as you'd done.

You weren't sure why exactly you were flirting with Mason Mount, he was not quite your type, and you could tell you were about a million miles away from being his type. But he was easy to talk to, not afraid to embarrass himself a bit, and very affectionate, even towards someone he'd just met, and let's face it, you were touch starved at this point, so you went with it.

And there was a tiny part of you, even though you didn't want to admit it, that wanted to push Christian's buttons, you wanted to make him jealous for some reason you couldn’t understand.

"You drink anything besides tequila shots?" he questions you after another shot. "Yeah, vodka and soda" you answer him as he places a drink order for another round for the table. "Good, because if I keep doing shots at this rate, things will get ugly."

"Well, someone will eventually have to end up taking care of Em later, and that usually ends up being me, so I tend to not go overboard either."

"I think, Em is in good hands" he nods over to where she's now sitting in Ben's lap, "they hooked up the last time she visited."

"Of course, they did" you murmur taking a sip of water as you wait for your drink.

"What do you do for work y/n?" Sophia asks trying to include you in the group's conversation.

"I'm a legal consultant for an international shipping company" you answer her with a smile, appreciative of the effort.

"All I can gather from all of that is that you are a hell of a lot smarter than any of us" Mason chuckles beside you.

You drop your chin to your chest and shake your head, blushing slightly, "I wouldn't say that" you shrug.

"Yeah and she's got a fancy pants new job" Emily blurts out before you can stop her.

"Em, no one wants to hear about my boring job" you widen your eyes at her, pleading silently for her to keep her mouth shut.

Thankfully, she catches on and shifts the topic of conversation to something else as your drinks arrive.

You continue making small talk with Mason sipping on the vodka and soda he got you along with a second one, eventually having enough liquid courage in you to drag him to the dance floor followed closely by Kai and Sophia, Ben and Emily.

You dance for a bit, grinding your ass into him while he grips onto your hips, spinning you around and dipping his head to tell you something that makes throw your head back in laughter.

"They seem to be getting along" Reece speaks to Christian, nodding his head to where you and Mason currently occupy the dance floor.

"Yep" is all Christian answers taking a swig of his drink.

The others return to the table, you and Mason deciding to do another shot, you keeping things the same as before, him deciding to be a bit bolder, sprinkling salt over your exposed collar bone and placing the lime between your lips.

You probably should have been thrilled to have someone like Mason licking salt off you and pulling a lime from between your lips, but all you can think about is the person you watch disappear from the table after seeing more than he cared to see for one night.

"Anybody else get the feeling those two need to be locked in a bathroom to either fuck or fight to the death?" Reece asks waving his hand between where you were now being pulled back to the dance floor by Mason, and Christian dodging people in search of a bathroom.

"Been saying that for years" Emily taps her glass to his "they are both too stubborn for their own good though."

"Should we tell Mase, or just let him figure it out on his own?" Ben asks.

"I can promise you, y/n, already knows she's not his type, Mason will figure it out soon enough." Emily laughs.

Christian returns to the table around the same time you and Mason return, all of you resuming your previous seats, Mason slinging his arm around your shoulders.

"Shall we play a game of Never Have I Ever?" Emily asks the group. Everyone nodding in agreement.

"No German you three" Ben raises his eyebrows at Kai, Sophia, and Christian, "they like to cheat at a game you can't even win" he chuckles.

"Ok, so drinking for the things we've done, right?" Sophia asks as you nod back at her.

"I'll go first" Reece says "starting off tame, Never have I ever kissed someone at this table."

Ben, Emily, Kai, Sophia, and Christian drink.

"Chris we were 12, surely that doesn't count anymore" Emily laughs.

"Did my lips touch your lips?" he counters as she rolls her eyes "then we've kissed" he says his eyes burning into yours as his jaw clenches.

"You're too honest for this game" she chuckles.

"Ok, I'll spice it up" Emily smiles wickedly. "Never have I ever thought about fucking someone sitting at this table."

Everyone but Reece drinks.

"Aww Reece, such a gentleman" you smile at him.

"Well, she's spoken for,” he says pointing at Sophia, “and both of you seem pretty off limits so..." he trails off with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Christian, 14 year old wet dreams don't count either" Emily smiles at him "unless" she trails her eyes over to you and then back to him.

"One of us would have to be blindfolded, maybe gagged," he scoffs "how do you know I'm not talking about Soph?"

"Because Kai would snap you like a twig" Emily smirks.

"Yes, yes he would." Kai raises an eyebrow at him.

You feel your face flush, tears threatening to spill at Christian's comments obviously pointed towards you.

You excuse yourself, trying to escape to the terrace to attempt to calm yourself down.

Christian and Mason both stand at the same time to follow you.

"What's your problem, Chris?" Mason narrows his eyes at him.

"Yeah, that was a bit harsh, man." Ben chimes in.

"I, I, fuck I don't know, I should go apologize." Christian stammers.

"No, you should let Mason go, you've done enough, Christian" Emily orders him to sit back down.

Christian sits back down, Mason making his way to the door that leads to the terrace.

Y/N? He breathes out when he finally spots you leaning against the railing slipping off his jacket and handing it to you, watching as you slip it over your arms.

Mason wraps his arm around your waist, hand settling over your hip.

"You ok?" he asks quietly, you nodding in response.

"I don't think he meant that the way it came out," he offers, trying to help.

"Doesn't matter, Mason" you shake your head.

"I think I'm tired, and just need to go home" you sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Can I ask you something?" He says drawing circles on your hip with his thumb.

"Do you like him?"

"Who? Christian?" you scoff "at the moment, no, not at all."

"Maybe not right this minute, but in general, you like him, don't you?" he presses.

You drop your face into your hands and groan still not willing to say it out loud.

"He likes you, too. I can tell by the way he's been burning holes into me all night long with his death glare. He probably just doesn't know how to admit it, kind of like you" he nudges you. "And I know you like him because you were constantly watching him to make sure he was watching you with me" he winks at you.

"I'm sorry, Mason. You are so fun to be around, but.." you trail off.

"It's fine, Y/N, you're easier to be around than you give yourself credit for. I don't mind at all, really, tonight has been fun. And maybe we can hang out some more to try to give him a nudge" he grins at you.

"I feel bad doing that to you, Mason" you say turning to face him.

"Don't feel bad" he says placing a kiss on your forehead "we aren't each other’s type are we?" he says as you shake your head at him.

"So who is it that you've thought about fucking then?" you question him "Em?"

"Nope, had a dream about Sophia once" he shakes his head, rubbing his fingers through his beard, but you can't tell anyone, because Kai would seriously murder me" he chuckles.

"One thing you should know about me, Mason, I'm excellent at keeping secrets" you smile back at him "I'll never tell a soul, I promise."

"Somehow, I actually believe that" he smiles back at you.

"Do you need anything from inside?" he asks as you shake your head pulling out your phone.

"I'm just going to get an Uber back to Christian's" you sigh.

"If you think for one second, I'm going back in there to face the others and tell them that I stuck you in an Uber, alone, at this hour, you are insane. You have two choices, we take an Uber to my place, and you can sleep in my guest room, or my room, I'm an excellent cuddler by the way, or we can take an Uber to Christian's and then I'll get them to take me home as well" he rambles smiling at you.

"We can just go to Christian's. I don't even know his fucking address so I'm not sure how I thought I'd get there" you shake your head "I'm tired and not thinking clearly, obviously."

"Come on then" he intertwines his fingers with yours, "we can go out this way so that we don't have to go back inside, I'll get a car on the way and will text the others letting them know we are leaving, you text Emily."

Y/N: Mason is taking me home.

Emily: you ok?

Y/N: yeah, I'm just tired

Emily: ok, I'm going to Ben's when we leave here. Coffee in the morning?

Y/N: Sure.

You arrive at Christian's, Mason walking you to the door as you dig for the key Emily had given you earlier. You unlock the door and start to take Mason's jacket off before he stops you. "Keep it" he smiles, "I'll get it back later."

"Thanks, Mase. Sorry, Mason," you stutter before kissing him on the cheek.

"You can call me, Mase" he grins at you.

"We're going to make this work, y/n" he says before kissing you on the cheek and turning to go back to the car.

Part 2

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thoseboysinblue · 1 year

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Unbroken

Part 3

Christian Pulisic x reader, Enemies to Lovers

You are best friends with Christian’s childhood friend, however, you and Christian cannot seem to get along with one another.

Word count: 7500+

Warnings: Smut, fluff, swearing, angst throughout the entire series

Part 2

You go up to your room, your heart a little lighter having cleared the air with, Christian. Hopeful that starting off on a new foot with him will lead to something better, even if it's just a friendship, you are just glad to know that you are no longer enemies. You brush your teeth and hop into bed, excited for your day tomorrow.

Y/N: Thanks for listening to me tonight, sorry if it was a bit much.

Christian: you never have to apologize for that, ever. I'm looking forward to our day tomorrow 😊

Y/N: Me too, hope I don't bore you to death 🫣

Christian: Never. Sleep well, y/n

Y/N: you, too Christian 😘

Your heart leapt in your chest to know he was also excited about your day tomorrow. You pull the covers up around you, hoping you can drift off to sleep.

The next morning you wake up ridiculously early, but too anxious about the day ahead to go back to sleep. You get up and take a shower, drying your hair and putting on some light makeup before deciding on what to wear, opting for something that will be comfortable for walking around.

You make your way downstairs, thinking Christian won't be up yet and that you will just make some coffee and sit in the back garden, enjoying the quiet until he wakes up.

Much to your surprise, he's already standing in the kitchen making his own cup of coffee, earbuds in as he hums along to a song when you walk through the doorway.

You stop in your tracks, taking in the way he looks, dressed casually, but still effortlessly gorgeous, his hair a bit messy, the last bit of a summer tan fading away, freckles on his cheeks, a slight stubble along his jaw, gorgeous brown eyes that you know you could get lost in, and soft lips that he presses to the edge of his mug, taking a long sip, before he swallows it down, Adam's apple bobbing.

He catches a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye, and turns and offers you a bright smile, "morning, y/n" he beams at you, grabbing another mug and pouring you some coffee, adding cream and sugar just the way he'd noted when you made your coffee in front of him yesterday, still humming along to his music, never missing a beat.

He slides your mug to where you are standing, leaned up against the counter. "Morning, Christian" you smile at him, a bit overwhelmed at the fact that he'd picked up on how you like your coffee just from watching you make it once. This all feels surreal to you, normal, like a routine you've done for ages, except, you haven't.

He places his earbuds and phone on the counter beside you. As you pull your mug up to your lips, he watches as you take a sip, a smile creeping over his face when you hum in appreciation. You sit your phone down beside his as he grabs your hand, "Let's sit out back, we don't get many sunny mornings here" he says quietly as he pulls you towards the glass doors that lead to his garden. You let out a small laugh as he slides the door open, moving over to the seating area and dropping down on the small sofa, patting the seat next to him indicating where he wants you to sit.

You sit next to him, as he stretches his legs out over the coffee table in front of him, you tuck your knees under you, barely leaning into his side.

"This is nice," you say, motioning towards the area behind his house.

"Yeah, I like to spend my mornings out here when I can, it's usually a quiet, calming way to start my day" he says as he takes another sip of his coffee.

"Thanks for this, by the way" you say, lifting your mug slightly. "Not sure how you memorized how I like my coffee that quickly, but I appreciate it anyways," you smile at him.

"I'm very attentive to details" he shrugs, making you wonder what else he might have picked up on from you.

"So, what do you normally do in the mornings? Just sit out here and drink your coffee like a little old man?" you quip.

"Well, I'm not an old man" he chuckles "but usually, I drink my coffee and play chess on my phone, so maybe I am an old man" he grins at you.

"Oh, that's right, I forget you play chess, I've heard Em mention it a few times," you say as you take another drink of your coffee.

"I like this one" you hum, dancing your finger over the chess piece on his arm, "it's really pretty." You notice how it feels like there is an electric current running between your fingertips and the skin on his arm, certain he's felt it too judging by the goosebumps that are now dressing his skin.

"Do you play?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper. "No," you shake your head, "but I've always wanted to learn" you smile at him shyly, pink tinging your cheeks.

"I could probably teach you, if you're up for it" he says still enjoying the way you are tracing the piece on his arm with your fingers and you nod in agreement, "yeah, I would like that, thank you."

"So, do you always wake up this early?" you quiz him, thinking of a whole list of questions you want to ask him.

"Yeah, I've always seemed to be an early riser, like to get my day started, you know? But woke up earlier than normal this morning, guess I was too excited to sleep any longer," he says, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

"Hmm, why's that?" you raise your eyebrows at him, taking another sip of coffee.

"I don't know" he says smirking at you while pulling his mug up to his lips.

"Really, no ideas?" you grin at him as he shakes his head at you scrunching his nose up.

"What about you, are you always up this early?" he says, turning the conversation back to you.

"Yeah, usually, don't like to waste the day, I guess, but I might have woken up before my alarm this morning" you say as you realize you're still absentmindedly tracing your fingers along his arm, but judging by the way he leans into you a little more, and moves his arm over your lap tells you he's enjoying it.

"Why's that?" he says, lips curling up slightly at the edges.

"No idea" you grin at him.

"Maybe I'm excited about spending the day with you" he says, barely above a whisper before pressing a feather light kiss to your cheek, enjoying the way your breath hitches in your throat when he does.

"Well, maybe, I'm excited about spending the day with you, too" you whisper back to him, seeing his cheeks flush just the way you are sure yours are.

"Why the tiger?" you ask, turning your attention back to his arm.

"Favorite animal, and I'm a Tiger Woods fan, and it makes for a cool goal celebration," he grins at you.

"Mmm, if you say so" you grin back at him. "Better than your griddy though, I suppose" you say, giggling when he pretends to be offended.

"And here I thought we were having a nice conversation" he chuckles at you.

"I'm kidding" you say. "Sarcastic asshole, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah. All that tells me is that you've watched enough matches to see multiple celebrations" he winks at you.

"Emily forced me, completely against my will" you quip back at him.

"Really?" he says, eyes burning into yours, "you didn't want to see me?"

You shake your head at him, nose scrunching and a hint of a smile on your lips.

"What's your favorite color?" you continue down your list.

"Blue, what about you?" he answers and responds with another question.

"Orange, how do you like your coffee?"

"Two sugars, and a little less cream than what you put in yours" he sighs leaning his head back against the sofa.

"What's the plan for today?" he asks you.

"Well, I was kind of hoping to go to Westminster Abbey, and maybe the Tower of London, if that's ok with you. But I'm really up for anything if you've been to those already," you answer him.

"No, that sounds good, I haven't been to either of them" he says settling his hand over your thigh and giving it a slight squeeze.

"Want to go get some breakfast?" he says turning to look at you, admiring the softness of your features in the early morning light, "there's a good little cafe on the way to the train station we could walk to."

"The train?" you question him, "Figured you're too high profile for that" you grin at him.

"Nah, if we are being tourists, we are going to be tourists" he smiles at you, "and I take the train a lot for the record, I'm an American remember, I don't get recognized as much over here as the English guys do."

"So, breakfast?" he says standing up and stretching, reaching his hand down for you to take so that he can pull you to your feet.

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'm starving, actually" you smile at him as you stand up.

"I just need to grab my bag. Can you text Em to let her know we are leaving so that she's not wondering where we are when she wakes up in about 5 hours" you chuckle at him.

"Yeah, I can do that" he says as you disappear upstairs.

He watches as you make your way back downstairs, embarrassed to admit to himself that he'd missed you for the few short minutes you'd been gone.

"Ready?" he asks as he opens the door, handing you a water and your phone.

"Yeah, but if this tour sucks, I'm calling Mason for the next one" you giggle as you drop your things into your bag.

"Did you see that video of him?" He chuckles at you.

"Yeah, I think everyone did," you grin at him, "I didn't even know who he was then, other than he played with you."

"Ahhh, so you have been paying attention?" he says, a wry smile on his lips.

"Maybe, a little more than I'd care to admit," you smile shyly, cheeks turning a soft shade of pink, a color he's quickly learning he loves.

You continue chatting as you walk towards the cafe, asking each other questions as you both work to get to know one another a little better.

You can't help but notice the way he always shifts to make sure he's walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street, or the way he places his hand over your lower back when you approach anyone else, or uses it to steer you in a certain direction as you continue to walk.

You also notice the way your skin feels like it's on fire when he's touching you, and how you miss it when he stops.

Once you reach the cafe and he guides you safely inside, you both stand trying to decide what to order from the counter and he makes a couple of suggestions to you. Once you decide, you both place your orders for breakfast sandwiches and a coffee, and you grab your card to pay, as he bickers with you over it. You let out a little cheer when you manage to get your card over the card reader before him and hear the notification that the transaction has gone through.

"You should've let me pay" he pouts a little at you.

"You're letting me stay in your house, breakfast is the least I can do," you smile at him.

"Fine, but, I'm getting lunch" he protests and you nod in agreement.

You enjoy your breakfast, your conversation continuing to flow from one topic to another. "This was really good, we'll have to come back here" you say, catching yourself when you realized you said "we", dropping your gaze down to nervously pick at your fingers.

"Yes" he breathes out, placing a finger beneath your chin and tilting your head up to look at him, "we will" he says, eyes burning into yours.

You could've sworn he was going to kiss you, standing there in front of the cafe, and you were secretly wishing that he would, desperate to feel his lips against yours again.

But he didn't, instead, he mutters "we should head to the train station, before it gets too crowded" and you nod in agreement as he wraps his arm around your waist, guiding you through the people walking along the pavement.

"I’m going to warn you, I might cry today" you say to him as you settle down in the seat next to him on the train.

"Yeah, why's that?" he asks you.

"Because these places that we are going, I've read about them and dreamed of seeing them for as long as I can remember, and I feel like I will probably be completely overwhelmed once I'm actually standing there. They are oddly special to me, even though I have no real connection to them" you say as you look down at your hands.

"But you do have a connection to them, they are part of your dreams, they are special places to you. There's nothing wrong with being passionate about things, caring about them, even if it doesn't make sense to anyone else," he says softly placing his hand over yours.

"You know, you always look at your hands, or your feet when you are nervous, and you pick at your fingers sometimes, too" he says giving your hands a little squeeze. "Your cheeks blush when you notice me looking at you a little too long, and you twirl this one piece of hair when you’re thinking about something" he says, reaching across you to twirl the hair he is referring to around his own fingers.

You lift your gaze to be met with his honey-colored eyes staring intently at you. And just as he predicted, you feel warmth spreading into your cheeks as they blush.

"You chew on the inside of your lip when you are trying not to smile or laugh at something" you whisper quietly, "and you blush when I catch you looking at me too long, your eyes get lighter in the sunlight, you smile differently when you are really happy about something, there is a difference between the forced and awkward ones that are sometimes posted on social media and the ones that reach your eyes when you are actually happy."

"So maybe we've both been paying more attention to each other than we'd care to admit" he says as he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.

"Seems that way" you smile softly at him, your momentary confessions interrupted when you realize you've made it to your stop.

"Come on" he says as he pulls you from your seat "let's go see these places you've been dreaming about."

You make the short walk from the train station over to Westminster Abbey, stopping to take a few photos along the way, handing your phone over to Christian when he insists on taking a few of you, both of you laughing hysterically when his attempts at a selfie with you go horribly wrong. Eventually, you pull yourselves together enough to manage to get one decent one of the two of you.

As you enter into the church you become a bit overwhelmed by emotions, tears pricking in your eyes as you think through the last 24 hours, you take a few deep breaths as you work to set up your audio guide for your tour.

You feel a hand slip around your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze, "You ok?" he asks quietly, a slight look of concern on his face.

"Yeah, I'm good, I'll probably be like this all day" you whisper back to him, "so, fair warning if you want to run away now" you smile at him as he shakes his head at you.

He stays close to you all morning, listening to his audio guide, following you as you explore all the various chapels and nooks and crannies, never rushing you, instead he takes it all in, watching as you stand in awe of certain things, noticing when your eyes fill with tears, taking a few pictures, including some of you when you aren't paying attention to him.

He does at times wander up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder to see what part of the guide you are listening to, occasionally grabbing your hand to get your attention, pointing out things he thinks you would like, asking you questions about a few things and listening intently as you explain who certain people are or how they are connected.

As you leave, he pulls you into the gift shop, "tourists need souvenirs" he smiles at you. You look around for a bit not really planning to buy anything when he wanders over to you holding a pair of coffee mugs.

"These seem appropriate for a chess loving old man and a history loving nerd" he grins at you as you nod.

"You don't have to buy me anything, Christian" you shake your head at him. "I know, but I want to, and whenever I'm having my coffee out of this mug, I'll remember today, and you can, too."

He heads towards the register to pay, picking up a couple of other things he thinks you will like while he's waiting. You wander outside to wait for him, taking a few minutes to drink some water and upload a few stories.

"So where to next?" he asks, holding out his arm for you to take.

"Maybe lunch? Or we can head over to the Tower and eat something closer to there?" you offer, slipping your hand around his arm.

"Yeah, let's do that, I've seen some pictures of places to eat along the Thames there" he smiles at you leading the way to the underground train that will take you closest to the Tower.

You get comfortable in your seats, as you settle in for the 20 minute or so trip, the two of you becoming increasingly aware of the lingering touches you've been sharing all morning, drawn closer and closer together by something neither of you are ready to admit you both feel.

He sits and fiddles with a ring you have on, the only piece of jewelry you are wearing, "this is pretty" he says as he continues twirling it around your finger. "It was my grandmother's. She gave it to me about a week before she passed away. She was the last person that told me she loved me." You smile at him softly, and he returns the smile, but you can tell something is bothering him.

"My mom was furious. She wanted it for my sister, but my grandmother gave it to me instead. She said she knew it would mean more to me and she knew that I'd take care of it. It's nothing fancy, but it was special to her, so it's special to me."

"Wait, y/n, I remember Em telling me about this, that's been nearly two years." he says a look of pain in his eyes.

You nod your head at him, "yeah, just about, why?"

"No one has told you they love you in nearly two years?" he asks quietly, finally working up the courage to slip his fingers through yours.

You shake your head at him. "I can probably count on one hand the number of times I've been told that I'm loved, Christian, I don't even think about it anymore" you give him reassuring smile, gently squeezing his hand.

"I told you, something about me is unlovable, broken maybe" you sigh, not really sure you want to be getting into this discussion again.

"And I told you, you are wrong about that, and that you deserve better" he says as he pulls your hand up to press a gentle kiss over your knuckles.

"Can you please not look at me like you pity me, Christian?" you whisper quietly, dropping your gaze to look at your hands in your lap, one intertwined with his, the other drawing soft circles on the back of his hand.

"I'm sad for you, y/n, but I don't pity you. This, that you feel from me right now, it's not pity, I promise" he says as he leans over to kiss the top of your head.

"Good, because whatever this is, I don't want it to be because you feel sorry for me or because you feel like it's your responsibility to fix it," you say to him, as you look over to make eye contact with him.

"It's not" he whispers as he shakes his head.

Your conversation moves on to something else, thankfully, and soon enough you find yourself exiting the underground station and facing the Tower.

"Holy hell, I can see why this place has intimidated people for over 1000 years" you gasp as you finally lay your eyes on it.

"Yeah, me too, I'll take 60,000 people yelling at me over this place any day" he chuckles as it hits you that there are so many things that are normal to him that you will never quite understand.

"So, what about pizza for lunch?" He asks you as walk past a few restaurants.

"That sounds good to me" you smile as you feel him slip his fingers through yours again.

"Good, because I might have done a tiny bit of research and there is a food truck here I'm dying to try" he grins at you and you let out a little laugh.

You decide to split a pizza, finding a quiet place to sit that overlooks the river and Tower Bridge.

"Is it as good as you expected?" you ask him.

"Hmmm, better" he says "oh, you are talking about the pizza, aren’t you?" he smiles at you a bit shyly, a twinge of pink coloring his cheeks.

"Well, yes, I am talking about the pizza. What are you talking about?" you ask him, a playful smile on your lips.

"The pizza is good, but I was talking about today, seeing all of this through your eyes, it's even better than I expected. I can appreciate it more because I know how special it is to you" he says, never breaking eye contact with you.

"So, I'm not boring you?" you ask him, genuinely wanting to know.

"Not at all, it's interesting to me, and I like seeing another side of you, one I feel like you don't let many people see" he says as he reaches across the table to pull your hand into his.

"No, definitely not" you say as you shake your head.

"Are you enjoying today?" he asks as you both toy with one another's fingers.

"Yeah, I am. Still having to pinch myself to believe that this is real. That I'm actually here, seeing these things, with you," you smile softly at him. "It's more normal than I expected, being around you" you trail off as he raises an eyebrow at you.

"I mean, I know you've been stopped a couple of times today, but it hasn't been as overwhelming as I thought it might be, honestly, I had no idea what to expect" you shrug your shoulders.

"Yeah, I can fly under the radar a little more here. I can go out and do things and stay fairly low key if I want to, it's a little different back home, but that depends on where I am there, too. There are lots and lots of people who don't know who I am, y/n, or don't care enough to bother me anyways," he gives your hand a squeeze.

"So what about you, what do you do besides play soccer and chess?" you ask him as you continue eating your lunch.

"Play guitar, play golf, read, catch up with people back home," that about sums me up he chuckles at you.

"I've always admired the way you called to check in with, Em. It's sweet." you grin at him.

"God, she's so chaotic" he laughs at you as you nod your head, "but I suppose that's why we love her."

"Speaking of, have you heard from her?" you ask him as you pull out your phone.

"No, I haven't heard back from her since I text her this morning" he says as he pulls his phone out as well.

"Oh, she messaged me a little while ago, she's going to Ben's" you say as you scroll through a few notifications.

"Uh oh" you say with a giggle as you open a message from where Mason has replied to one of your stories.

masonmount: your stories and Christian's stories look very similar 🧐

y/n: 🤫

"What is it?" he asks you, a little concerned.

"I think Mason is on to us" you chuckle turning your phone around so that he can see it.

"Yeah, I've been avoiding messages from him and Chilly all morning," he says with a smirk.

"Hmm. Ben has requested to follow me. Those two must be doing detective work together," you smile.

"Does my sister follow you?" he asks you glancing up from his phone.

"Yeah, she has for a couple of years I think, why?" you tilt your head at him.

"She's onto us too, then," he says as he ignores a message from her.

"It's not that I don't want them to know that I'm with you, I just wasn't sure how you felt about me telling them, and I'm enjoying having you to myself for a bit, if I'm being honest" he rambles.

"Chris, it's fine, you don't have to explain" you smile at him as you bring your hand up to his jaw.

"I like it when you call me Chris," he blushes slightly, imagining what his name might sound like rolling off of your lips in other situations, "but I don't want you to think I'm embarrassed to be with you, because I'm not, I just don't want to overwhelm you with everything that comes along with...well me" he says offering you a sympathetic smile before he turns his face to press a kiss to your palm.

"It's ok, really, I'm not bothered either way about you telling the people you are close with, but I'm enjoying having you to myself, too," you wink at him as you both stand up, taking your trash and throwing it away, "now if you want to tell your other 5 million or so followers, we might need to have a small chat first," you smile at him.

"It's 6 million or so, actually" he grins at you. "Well, keep posting those thirst traps and it will be double that before long" you quip at him.

"So, you've noticed" he raises his eyebrows, while you feign innocence. "Did you like them?" he asks with a devilish grin, but you just pretend to zip your lips shut.

You wander off to take a few pictures and videos, until you hear Christian call your name and motion for you to come over to where he is standing.

"He's going to take a picture for us, if you want one, figure it will be better than our selfie attempts" he chuckles as he slides his arm around your waist whispering "come here" into your ear as he pulls you into his side while you wrap your arms around his torso and lean your head into his chest.

He thanks the guy giving him a fist bump and taking his phone back before turning his attention back to you as he scrolls through the pictures while you lean against the railing looking out over the river.

"These are good" he says as he hands his phone to you, you look through them and notice that his smile is a genuine one. You both look happy to be with one another, not at all like two people who were barely speaking twenty-four hours ago.

"They are good, really good actually," you smile as you hand him his phone back and he shoves it into his pocket before he places one hand on the railing beside you, the other on your hip as he draws soft circles with his thumb.

You shiver slightly at his touch, as he leans in closer to you, resting his chin on your shoulder, before you slowly relax into him as your stomach flips over and over.

"Those pictures cost me one awkward smile selfie," he chuckles, "so you are going to have to ask someone to take the next one," he says giving your hip a squeeze.

"Not happening" you giggle at him, "I'll play rock paper scissors though, loser has to do the asking."

"Deal" he says, "but I'll warn you, I rarely lose."

"Well, neither do I, Pulisic," you say, glancing over to see his reaction noticing the slight smirk on his face.

"You ready to go inside?" he asks, turning his face slightly towards yours, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath along your jaw.

You nod slowly, unable to speak, and suddenly feeling weak in the knees.

You make your way into the Tower, both of you grabbing a map and audio guides before deciding where you want to go first.

As you make your way around the various sites within the Tower, Christian stays close to you much the way he did in the Abbey, asking questions, slipping his hands onto your hips as he leans his chin on your shoulder while he reads various things, noticing when certain things really capture your attention, holding out his hand for you to take as you walk up and down stairs and narrow passageways.

He's following along behind you, as you are climbing one particularly steep set of stairs followed by another and another, "my ass better look amazing after climbing all these damn stairs today" you say with a huff.

"Hmm, I've got no complaints regarding your ass" he says with a chuckle, and you aren't quite sure if he meant to say that out loud. "Christian!" you laugh as you reach the top of the stairs and slap him playfully on the chest.

"What?" he laughs back at you, "You think I've suddenly gone blind? Or are you forgetting I've seen you in a bikini?"

"Shit, I did kind of forget that we've known each other for a long time, considering the fact that today is the longest stretch of time we've been together and not wanted to kill one another" you giggle as he shakes his head at you.

You finish walking around, seeing everything you can possibly see. "I think I'm going to grab some ice cream; you want some?" you ask him as you turn to face him.

"Yeah, that sounds good," he says grinning at you, "I'm going to the gift shop."

"Don't buy anything ridiculous" you say, pointing your finger at his chest trying to pretend you are being serious.

"Yes, dear" he sarcastically rolls his eyes, leaning in to place a quick kiss to your cheek before he ducks into the small shop near the exit.

You get ice cream for the two of you and sit down on a small bench to wait for him. You see him emerge with two more bags in his hands and you can't help but grin and shake your head at him.

You hand him his ice cream as he sits down beside you. "So, what did you get?" you say trying to peek into the bags.

"For your books," he smiles as he pulls out a bookmark with Anne Boleyn on it, "I kind of got the feeling she might be your favorite."

"Thank you," you smile at him, "she really is, although, I'm a bit curious as to how you figured that out."

"Well, you lingered a while in the Chapel here, close to where she's buried and I kind of felt like you didn't want to leave her. You did the same thing in the Abbey earlier, with Elizabeth I. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't have to google it to see how they are connected," he says, a shy smile on his lips.

"I can't believe you've been paying that much attention to me today" you say quietly, blinking back a few tears.

"I've always paid attention to you, y/n, I just didn't show it until now" he says, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"So, something for your books" he says nodding towards the bookmark, "and something for your bed" he says as you raise an eyebrow at him, your curiosity definitely peaked as he mentions your bed, before he hands you a small bear dressed in a Yeoman Warder costume.

You let out a little giggle "wasn't sure where you were going with that one, Chris, could've been anything in that bag, but I love this, it's perfect," you say as you lean over to quickly kiss his cheek.

"What's in the other bag?" you ask him, presuming it is something for himself.

"Well, I got this really cool ale tankard shaped like a skull," your eyes widen as he hands it to you, "hmm that's nice, thank God it's just something to drink beer out of and not a new tattoo." You notice his eyes light up when you mention a tattoo.

"No, uh uh, don't even think about it, skulls don't go with your Mike Wazowski vibe, babe" you say, closing your eyes when you realize you've just called him babe.

You open them back up to see him staring at you, a playful smile on his lips. "Want to see what else I got?" he asks, and you silently hope he's going to overlook your slip as you nod at him.

He pulls out a book about the history of the Tower along with his own bookmark with a knight on it, "can't let you be the only history nerd can I, babe?" he chuckles tapping you on the nose with the bookmark.

"Oh, don't think I'm going to let you live that down for a while" he grins as you bury your face in your hands.

You both finish your ice cream, and he puts all his purchases back into the bags as you carry the empty cups over to the trash can.

He meets you as you both walk towards the exit, "they also had this amazing chess set, but it was too bulky to carry home," he says, "that seems reasonable" you smile at him. "So, I'm having it shipped to the house instead," he grins, clearly overly ecstatic about his purchase.

"And I really wanted this massive suit of armor they had in there, but I don't think I have anywhere to put it so..." he shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh my God, you are never allowed into a gift shop alone, ever again," you shake your head at him.

"Looks like you are stuck shopping with me then, babe" he says wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your temple.

"You really aren't going to let me forget that are you?" you roll your eyes playfully at him.

"Nope, not a chance" you clasp your hand over his mouth. "Don't say it" you chuckle. But as soon as you remove your hand "babe" he winks at you. You would be lying to yourself if you said it didn't make your heart flutter every time he said it though.

You make your way back to the underground station and once you get settled into your seats, you fall into a comfortable silence. He wraps his arm around your shoulders while you lean your head on his shoulder and slip your fingers through his as you pull your phone out to see if you've heard from Emily lately.

"Holy shit," he says as he glances at your phone.

"What?" you look at him confused.

"Have you not noticed all of those follow requests that you have?" he says as he scrolls through them by the hundreds.

"Well, I turned my notifications off because my phone was vibrating itself to death, but yes, I've noticed all of those follow requests, I just don't have the energy to delete them right now. Guess that's what happens when 3 Premier League footballers follow you within 24 hours or so of each other. I'm sure someone somewhere has me dating or fucking all three of you. Oohh I'm going to like some posts, that will really send them into a tailspin" you giggle.

"I'm sorry" he whispers as he presses a kiss to the side of your head, "I can get someone to help you with all of that if you want me to" he says frowning slightly.

"It's ok, you're worth it, I guess" you smile, reaching up rub your hand along his jaw.

He keeps looking through the requests, seeing if he recognizes any. "That's Mase's private account, and that one's Chilly's, if you want to accept them. And there is Sophia of course, and Kai, and Reece. You're racking up your footballer body count," he chuckles. "And I accidentally hit accept on my private account" he winks at you.

"Hmm, accidentally clicking on things, that reminds me" you say as you go through liking a few of his posts, "someone liked a post of mine from about 2 years ago yesterday. Having a little stalk were you?" you grin at him.

"Well, it was a nice picture, and it was on my boat" he says as he tickles your sides.

"So, were you liking it because of me, or because of your boat?" you ask him as you toy with his fingers.

"I liked it, because it was you, on my boat, now can we talk about something else because this isn't the place for me to be picturing how amazing you looked in that tiny blue bikini that left very little to the imagination," he says quietly as he pleads with you to change the subject.

You switch to a different train, Christian showing you a few things about the app you are using to navigate the city. You settle into your seats for the final leg of your trip, a bit surprised at how easily you’ve both gotten used to being this close to one another.

He leans his head back on the seat, draping his arm over your legs that are propped up on the seat in front of you. You take his hand in one of yours, while slowly dragging the fingers of your other hand up and down his forearm. He hums in appreciation as he softly closes his eyes.

“You want to grab some dinner, later?” he says, never opening his eyes.

“Yeah, that sounds nice” you whisper as you lean your head over on his shoulder.

“Good, because I’m not quite ready for this day to end yet,” he sighs and you shake your head against his shoulder whispering “me either.”

You make your way back to Christian’s house, both of you staying fairly quiet as you walk back, hands linked together. Once you reach his front door, he stops you pulling you closer to him. “Meet me in an hour? he whispers against your jaw, causing you to shudder slightly as his hands wrap around your back. “Ok” you answer him, struggling to force your brain to think of words as you wrap your hands around the back of his neck.

He pulls you into a tight hug, craving more of the way every inch of his body reacts to the sensation of having you against him. He places a few lingering kisses along your jaw enjoying the way you hum in appreciation. “I really have had the best day with you, y/n” he says leaning back to look you in the eyes. “me too” is all you can manage to get out, suddenly nervous and overwhelmed by everything that seems to be happening between the two of you.

“Come on” he says opening and holding the door for you so that you can walk into the house.

You both disappear upstairs and you hop into the shower. Pulling your hair back so that you don’t get it wet. You step out of the shower, turning on some music as you pull on a t-shirt and shorts before touching up your makeup and brushing through your hair, adding a few soft curls before you start deciding what you want to wear. As you sit in the floor, re-folding some of the things in your suitcase you hear a quiet knock.

You open the door to find Christian standing there, a shy smile dressing his lips. “Do you mind if I hang out in here while you finish getting ready?” he asks you, eyes softening a bit.

You shake your head and motion for him to come in. He moves over to sit on the bed, stretching back and relaxing against the headboard while you sit back down in the floor next to your suitcase returning to your decision about what to wear. “Do you know where you want to go for dinner?” you ask him, hoping that his answer might inspire you.

“I was thinking about a little Mexican place that isn’t too far if you don’t mind walking again” he answers you.

“No, I don’t mind, at all” you smile over at him deciding on a simple, flowy dress. “I’m going to go change” you say as you grab your dress and head into the ensuite, he nods, his eyes following you.

You change quickly, slipping your dress on and spritzing on some perfume, mentally noting the shoes you want to pair with it since they will be comfortable for however far you may be walking.

You come out of the bathroom to see Christian sitting on the bed, holding the picture of you and him and Emily. “Can I ask you something?” he says as he looks down at the photo. “Sure” you whisper nervously as you take a few steps closer to him. “Why didn’t you drink the other night when they mentioned kissing someone sitting at the table?”

“Oh, Christian, I” you stammered a bit, “I guess I knew if I drank, it would be obvious who I had kissed, and I wasn’t sure if you wanted that shared, and honestly, I wasn’t sure you even remembered,” you look down at your hands.

He places the picture back on the table, standing up and closing the gap between you quickly. He cups his hands under your jaw tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. “So, you do remember it then?” he says leaning in closer and closer to you as you feel his breath fan across your face. “Of course, I remember, Christian. How on earth could I forget?” you sigh.

He takes one more glance over your face, looking for any expression that might tell him you don’t want him to kiss you and when he doesn’t find one, he finally brushes his lips against yours. You both sigh into the kiss, giving in to whatever it is that you’ve both been fighting against. One of his hands slips around to gently hold the back of your head while the other blindly searches for your hand, once he finds it he intertwines his fingers with yours, giving them a squeeze, while you twist your other hand into the t-shirt he is wearing.

The kiss is delicate, tender, both of you trying to convey everything you’ve felt over the past twenty-four hours, or possibly the past few years. You both pull away naturally, bright smiles plastered across your faces. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he whispers, “actually I’ve been wanting to do that since the last time I kissed you” he says as he presses his lips against yours again, a bit heavier this time as you wrap your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him into you as close as you possibly can.

He moves to kiss along your jaw, whispering into your ear “can I tell you you look beautiful?” he sighs as you nod lightly. “Because, you do look beautiful, you are always beautiful to me” he says, punctuating his words with kisses across your cheeks and along your jaw. “Now, I’m the one that needs to be pinched” he says placing one final kiss to the tip of your nose, chuckling when you pinch him lightly.

“So, dinner?” he asks, pressing one more kiss to your lips.

Part 4

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