you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.
Various times Chris wraps his arm around your waist…
At the Market as you maneuver the cart, he’ll casually wrap his arm around your waist. More often than not steering you towards the candy isle.
In the backyard as you watch Dodger play with the kids, Chris weaves his hand under the edge of your shirt, fingers softly rubbing at the fullness of your hips.
Waiting in line at a Patriots Game, he grabs your waist from behind with both hands directing you through the crowd to get to the special box seats he reserved.
You glance nervously around looking for Chris when some guy just won’t leave you be at an industry party. As you’re just about to push the guy off of you, Chris comes sweeping in. His arm encasing your waist, wrapping you tightly against his body. He doesn’t bother to look at the pestering man as he escorts you away.
A night full of laughs at a friend’s house, you’re all hanging out by the fire pit. You sit on Chris’s lap as he plays with the frills of your day dress. He can’t help but gaze over the way the dress curves around your ass.
At the premiere of one of his movies. The bright flashing lights from the photogs always make you jittery and insecure. Chris doesn’t leave your side for a moment, hand always snug around your hips. You’re beside him during every interview. Every now and then he gives your hip a playful squeeze as he smiles down at you.
When you’re cooking at home in front of the stove, Chris slides up behind you wrapping both arms around your waist, tucking his chin against your neck. You both sway softly to music playing over the speakers.
As you lean over the bathroom vanity putting your makeup on. Chris smooths his hands over your pantie clad bum, slightly thrusting his growing erection against your ass as you try not to mess up your eyeliner.
When he’s had a bit too much to drink at a friend’s summer BBQ he just can’t help himself when his hand slips down from your waist to your ass and slides itself in one of the pockets on your shorts. You’re slightly buzzed too and at the moment you really don’t care who sees the obvious display of possession.
european people will be like “racism doesn’t exist here luv 😌💅 i can’t believe what’s happening in the united states” and then have a blackface festival
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