After the party ended Chris and I stayed back mainly because he wanted to talk to William longer and Noora was there so I stayed to talk to her.

"How did we end up like this? Two feminists with two former fuckboys?" I inquired as I nodded towards the two guys talking. Noora chuckled and put a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"They got very fucking lucky is how." Noora answered and I grinned. We both knew this wasn't true because we had fallen for them in spite of our senses telling to do otherwise. Chris did the bro hug thing with William and walked back to where I stood.

"Ready to go?" He said standing behind me with his arms around my waist. I looked at Noora and she smiled at me.

"I think so. Goodbye Noora!" I hugged her as Chris released me temporarily. I waved to William, also saying goodbye Chris did the same to Noora.

Without asking Chris drove us back to his place, I was glad he assumed this was where I wanted to go because my pride wouldn't allow me to say it. As we entered Chris threw off his pants, I looked at him clearly confused.

"I hate wearing jeans." I could actually relate to this so I didn't question any further. When I was home I never wore pants because they were uncomfortable and I felt trapped in them. However, Chris without pants on was extremely distracting as I tried to grab food and all I could see was his boxers. I needed a cold shower in holy water.

"What's wrong?" He asked noticing my erratic behavior as I winced when he approached. I tried desperately to not look down so I squinted while looking at his face.

"Uhm nothing." I blushed right after saying this and Chris smirked. He walked up to me and I stepped back. We did this until I bumped into the kitchen counter. He chuckled and nodded, understanding why I was so flustered. Nevertheless he backed off and I exhaled a sigh of relief as he went to change into pajamas. Chris came out wearing briefs and a white shirt.

I decided I should change into something comfortable as well, being tired of wearing jeans and a shirt. I had brought pajamas but I didn't want to reveal this to Chris, in fear of him reading into it.

"Babe do you have a shirt I can borrow?" I called from his room, Chris was watching tv in the living room.

"Yeah in the top drawer of my dresser." I opened it to find a plain white shirt. I pulled it on to find it came just above my knees. I pulled on the knee high socks that I had bought earlier today and walked out into the living room. Chris gave me a once over as I sat down next to him. I rested my head on his upper thigh and stretched out on the couch.

"What's on?" I whispered turning my face to look up at him. Chris looked upset almost which made no sense to me.

"Stranger things." I had already seen the entire season so I decided to make pancakes. It was almost 2 am and I was feeling hungry again. I was almost done when Chris joined me in the kitchen.

"What are you making?" He came up behind me and rested his hand on the small of my back, I turned to look at him.

"Pancakes would you like some?" He nodded and smiled sweetly at me. Chris didn't bother to move away from as I cooked and I didn't mind. I turned around to grab the milk from the fridge having to push past him.

"Excuse me." I whispered and smiled sheepishly as I stepped around him. Chris cleared the way by moving to the side. I accidentally grazed against him as I stepped back to the stove. I turned around again to grab something else but Chris grabbed my arm, stopping me. I raised my eyebrow in response. His hand went to the small of my back and pushed me slightly forward so that I was pressed against him. I flushed as the other hand went to brush some of the hair away from my face.

"Fucking hell you're magnificent." Chris whispered before kissing my delicately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on tiptoes pulling him closer to me. What started of as slow kisses turned into passionate and gasping-for-air kisses. Soon Chris had me moaning as I sat on a counter with him kissing up my neck, standing between my legs.

"Chris...the...pancakes." I said in between kisses. He grinned and pulled away from my touch, turning the stove off. At this point they would probably burnt but I didn't care as he returned to where I sat and picked me up with my legs still straddling his front.

Chris walked us into his bedroom and threw me on the bed. I quickly pulled his shirt off and he went down to kiss me. I arched my back every time he nipped at a sensitive spot. Chris wanted more and I could tell he was holding back so I pulled my own shirt off. He swore a lot as he saw me only in a lace bra and panties.

"Are you sure?" He asked before doing anything. I smiled at him before nodding and pulling him down against me. Chris kissed up my naval causing me to sigh and make noises I didn't know I could make. Soon he moved down past my belly button and I clutched the sheets as I choked out his name. I growled out for him to stop holding back.

Then Chris complied, slipping off all my underwear leaving me exposed but then did the same to himself. After that it was all yelling of names and curses, ending with Chris gathering me up in his arms and kissing my forehead.

Maybe I had felt I was ready because it was Chris. Maybe I felt I was ready because I was in love.

A/n: oh shit I hope I left y'all shook I'm not writing smut nor will I ever but I hope this was satisfactory in some shape or form anyways thanks for support as always and keep it up :)