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The tattooed arm, the wet hair, the chain, the water droplets on his chest. 🤭🫣😍

ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋs

Part 7 of best friend Chris!

Read the rest of the series, HERE.

Summary: a simple night of pizza and movies turns into something more when they finally give in to their feelings they’ve been holding back, sharing a kiss.

Read these texts before this part!!

You’re already waiting by the door when Chris texts that he’s outside. Your heart does that little flip again, the same one it’s been doing all morning, and you take a quick breath before grabbing your bag and heading out.

He’s leaning slightly over the steering wheel when you open the passenger door, music playing low in the background. He glances up, and for a second, there’s that same look from last night. Soft. Careful. Then it’s gone just as quickly.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hi,” you smile, sliding into the seat and pulling the door shut.

“You feeling better?” he asks as you buckle your seatbelt.

“Yeah a lot better,” you nod. “Still a little tired, but not dying anymore.”

“Good,” he says, putting the car in drive. “I was gonna say, I’m not dealing with you being dramatic all day.”

You roll your eyes, smiling. “I’m not dramatic.”

“Yeah, okay.”

There’s a small pause before he glances over at you again. “Where do you wanna eat?” You think for a second. “Maybe we can go to that new pizza place?”

He nods immediately. “Yeah, I’m down.”

The drive there is easy. Comfortable. Like it always is. The music gets turned up, and before long, you’re both singing along, badly, loudly, not caring. Chris drums his fingers on the steering wheel, glancing over at you when you mess up lyrics, laughing under his breath. “Those are not the words,” he says.

“They literally are,” you argue.

“They’re not.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you keep singing anyway, and he just lets you. It feels normal. And somehow not.

————

The pizza place is busy but not packed. You grab a booth in the corner, menus in hand, the noise around you just enough to fill the space.

“So,” Chris says, leaning back slightly, “what are we getting?”

“Everything,” you answer immediately.

He laughs. “Of course you’d say that.”

“I’m serious. I’m hungry.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

You order, and once the menus are gone, the conversation falls into that same easy rhythm you’ve always had. Talking about random things, making dumb comments, laughing at stuff that probably isn’t even that funny. But there’s something underneath it now. Something quieter.

After a bit, Chris leans forward slightly, resting his arms on the table. “You wanna come over after? We can just hang out. Watch a movie or something.”

You nod. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He gives a small smile, like he’s relieved you said yes. There’s a pause after that. A slightly longer one. You pick at the edge of your napkin, your thoughts starting to drift again. The door. Last night. That moment. Chris notices.

“Hey,” he says, a little quieter. “You good?”

You hesitate. “Yeah,” you say at first. But it doesn’t feel honest. You glance up at him, your heart picking up slightly. “Can I.. uh.. ask you something?”

He nods right away. “Yeah.”

You take a small breath. “Last night..”

He stills slightly, but he doesn’t look away. “Did you feel that too?” you ask quietly. There’s a brief pause. Then Chris exhales, leaning back just slightly. “Yeah,” he says honestly. “I did.”

Your stomach flips. “I wasn’t sure if I was reading it right,” he continues, his voice calm but careful. “Like I didn’t know if you were actually going in for that or if I was just overthinking it.”

You shake your head lightly. “No, I.. I think I was.”

Your voice is quieter now. “I just got scared.”

Chris nods slowly, like that makes sense to him. “Yeah I kinda figured.”

You let out a small breath. “I didn’t know how to bring it up. I’ve been thinking about it all morning.”

“Me too,” he admits.

That makes your chest tighten just a little. “I didn’t say anything last night because..” he pauses, choosing his words, “I didn’t want to make it weird. Or put you in a position where you felt uncomfortable.”

You look at him.

“Especially after everything that happened earlier on that date,” he adds. “Like the last thing I wanted was for you to feel pressured into anything.”

Your expression softens slightly. “I would never do that to you,” he says, quieter now.

“I know,” you say immediately.. “I just didn’t know what it meant,” you admit. “Or if it even meant anything.”

Chris looks down at the table for a second before back at you. “I don’t think it was nothing.”

Your heart skips. “But I also don’t wanna assume,” he adds. “I don’t wanna mess anything up between us because I read something wrong.”

There’s a silence that follows. Not awkward. Just real.

“I don’t wanna mess this up either,” you say softly.

Chris nods. “Yeah.”

You both sit there for a second, the noise of the restaurant fading into the background a little. But something has shifted. Not broken. Just acknowledged. And neither of you looks away.

You finish eating, neither of you really rushing. It’s comfortable, easy, like it always is, but there’s still that quiet awareness sitting between you now. Not awkward, just there. You catch him looking at you a couple times, and each time he quickly looks away, like he’s trying not to make it obvious. When you finally get up, he grabs the bill before you can even reach for it.

“Chris”

“Don’t,” he cuts you off, already pulling his card out. “I got it.”

You roll your eyes a little, smiling. “You always do.”

“Yeah, I know.”

On the way out, he lightly places his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the door without even thinking about it. It’s small, natural but it makes your heart do that thing again.

————

You stop at a store on the way back, wandering through the aisles together. It turns into you tossing random snacks into the basket while Chris judges every single choice.

“Do you ever pick anything normal?” he asks, holding up a bag of something you grabbed.

“No,” you answer simply, grabbing it back and tossing it in anyway. He shakes his head, laughing under his breath. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet you’re still here,” you shrug.

He glances at you for a second, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah I am.”

————

By the time you get back to the Sturniolo house, it’s quiet. The lights are low, and there’s no noise from anywhere else. “Matt and Nick are out,” Chris says as he drops the keys on the counter.

You nod, slipping your shoes off and heading toward the living room like it’s second nature at this point. You settle onto the couch, and Chris sits down beside you, close, but not too close at first. He grabs the remote and hands it to you.

“You pick,” he says.

You scroll for a minute, your shoulder brushing his lightly as you lean into him a bit more than usual. After a second, you smile. “Lilo and Stitch?”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “Of course.”

“You love it,” you defend.

“I never said I didn’t.”

The movie starts playing, and Chris reaches over, grabbing a blanket from beside him and handing it to you. “Here,” he says.

“Thank you,” you mumble, wrapping it around yourself, but you’re still a little cold. Without really thinking about it, you shift closer to him, your leg pressing lightly against his. He doesn’t move away. If anything, he relaxes into it. You reach into the bag of snacks, pulling out the sour patch kids and smiling to yourself. “These are my favourite,” you whisper, opening the bag. “Do you want one?”

“Sure,” he says, reaching in and grabbing a handful.

You laugh softly. “That was not one.”

“You offered.”

You shake your head, smiling as you eat a couple before setting the bag to the side, already getting full. There’s a quiet moment. The movie playing in the background, the soft light from the TV flickering across the room. And then, Chris moves.

It’s subtle at first, like he’s debating it. But then he just does it. He lifts his arm and gently drapes it around your shoulders. You freeze for half a second. Then you melt into it. You shift closer, your head coming to rest against his shoulder, curling slightly into his side. His arm tightens just a little, pulling you in more securely. Your heart is pounding. You can hear it. Feel it. Everything feels warmer suddenly. Safer.

You tilt your head up slightly, your eyes drifting to his face. He’s already looking at you. Close.So close. Your breath catches. There’s a small smile on his lips, soft and a little nervous. You feel it again. That same pull from last night. But this time neither of you moves away.

His hand lifts slowly, almost like he’s giving you time to stop him if you want to. But when you don’t, he cups your cheek gently, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. So soft. So careful. Your eyes stay on his. And then he leans in.

The kiss is gentle at first. Slow. Like he’s making sure you’re okay with it, like he’s not trying to rush anything. But there’s so much behind it. So much feeling that’s been sitting there for way too long. You kiss him back just as softly, your hand instinctively gripping the front of his shirt.

It deepens slightly, still careful, still slow, but more sure now. Like you’ve both finally crossed something you’ve been standing in front of for a while. When you pull away, it’s not far. Just enough to look at each other. You’re both smiling. A little breathless. A little in disbelief.

“Finally,” Chris whispers, his voice soft, almost like he’s been holding that word in for a while. You let out a small giggle, your face warm as you tuck back into him, resting your head against his shoulder again.

His arm stays wrapped around you, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns against your arm through the blanket. The movie keeps playing, but neither of you are really paying attention anymore.

You just sit there, curled into him, both of you quieter now, but in the best way.

After a minute, his voice breaks the silence, soft and careful. “You staying tonight?”

You tilt your head slightly against him, smiling to yourself. “Yeah if that’s okay.”

He lets out a quiet breath, like he’s relieved. “Yeah. It’s more than okay.”

His hand slides slightly, pulling you just a little closer. And this time, neither of you questions it.

You stay curled into Chris for a while, the movie still playing in the background, but neither of you really paying attention anymore. His arm stays wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers still tracing those slow, absentminded patterns against your arm like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. Every once in a while, his thumb brushes a little higher, just barely grazing your shoulder, and it sends a soft warmth through your chest every single time.

It’s quiet. Comfortable. Different. You tilt your head slightly, pressing your cheek a little more into his shoulder, and he shifts just enough to make it easier for you, like it’s instinct. Like he’s done this a thousand times, even though he hasn’t.

After a minute, you glance up at him again. He’s already looking down at you, like he keeps catching himself doing it. “What?” you ask softly, smiling a little. He shakes his head, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Nothing.”

You narrow your eyes playfully. “No, what?”

He hesitates for half a second before answering, quieter this time. “Just you look really comfortable.”

You let out a soft laugh, your fingers lightly playing with the fabric of his shirt. “I am.”

There’s a pause, and then he adds, almost under his breath, “Good.”

Your heart does that thing again. You shift just slightly, turning a bit more toward him, your knee brushing more firmly against his leg now, and his hand tightens just a little around your shoulder without thinking. It’s small, but you notice it.

The movie plays on, light flickering across both of you, but the space between you feels completely different now. There’s no hesitation anymore. No second guessing every little movement. Just being close.

After a while, you yawn softly, your body relaxing even more into him. “Tired?” he asks quietly.

“Mm,” you nod, your voice soft. “A little.”

He glances toward the TV, then back at you. “We don’t have to finish it.”

“You don’t wanna see the ending?” you tease lightly.

“I’ve seen it like ten times,” he huffs. “I’ll survive.”

You smile, sitting up slightly, but his arm stays around you, not letting you get too far. “Come on,” he says, standing and gently guiding you up with him.

You grab the blanket, wrapping it around yourself again as you follow him upstairs, your fingers lightly brushing against his hand for a second before he just takes it.

It’s natural. Easy. Your heart skips. When you get to his room, he flips the light on low, just enough to see, and you move toward the bed without even thinking about it, sitting down and tucking your legs under you.

He disappears for a second before coming back with a bottle of water, handing it to you. “Drink this.”

You smile softly. “You’re very bossy.”

“And you don’t take care of yourself,” he shrugs. You take the bottle anyway, taking a few sips before setting it on the nightstand. There’s a small pause as he stands there, like he’s thinking. Then he moves, sitting down beside you on the bed, a little closer than before. Not careful this time. Just close.

You look at him, your heart starting to race again, and for a second, neither of you say anything. Then his hand finds yours, his fingers threading through yours slowly, like he’s still being careful, still making sure you’re okay with it.

You squeeze back gently. “I’m glad you stayed,” he says quietly. Your chest tightens just a little. “Me too.”

There’s that look again. The one from earlier. Soft, a little unsure, but there’s something else there now too. Something more certain. You lean in slightly, not even fully thinking about it this time. And he meets you halfway. The kiss is softer this time. Slower. Less nervous.

His hand comes up again, resting gently against your cheek, his thumb brushing just under your eye, and you lean into it without hesitation. When you pull back, you don’t move far. You just stay there, close enough to feel his breath. Neither of you rush anything.

You just exist in it. After a second, you let out a small breathless laugh, resting your forehead lightly against his.

“This is new,” you whisper.

He huffs out a quiet laugh. “Yeah.”

“But it feels right,” you add softly.

His hand tightens just slightly around yours. “Yeah,” he agrees. “It does.”

You smile, pulling back just enough to look at him again before laying back against the pillows, still holding his hand, still wrapped in his hoodie and the blanket. He shifts beside you, turning onto his side so he’s facing you, his hand never letting go of yours.

“Get some sleep,” he says quietly. You nod, your eyes already getting heavy again. And this time, when you drift off, you don’t even question the way his thumb keeps gently brushing over your hand.

Paris looks great😍