𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 ✓

sixty-six

[a/n: aaaand... there's a time jump.]

The next weeks passed by, history class was surprisingly not as awkward as you'd feared, and the weather got colder and colder. By California standards, it was freezing cold, but having grown up on the East Coast, you were one of the only students walking around in only a thin long sleeve instead of thick hoodies and jackets, which brought several weird glances in your direction. Two weeks before Christmas, Chris had come over to your place, bringing a bottle of wine with him. You'd settled on Friday nights being date nights, and as you couldn't go out in public as a couple, you ended up going to each other's places and watching movies, playing board games, or cooked together. It was too good to be true, and your happiness was undeniable, as was Chris's.

"I can't believe this is our last date night of the year," he mumbled after passionately kissing you as a greeting, and your smile faded a bit as you realized that he was right. By next week, both of you would be in Boston again, with your respective families, celebrating Christmas and probably New Year's there, and thus not being able to see each other often, let alone have a date night. Which, naturally, made this very last date night both a happy and a nostalgic occasion.

"Don't remind me," you sighed, kissing him again before taking the bottle of wine out of his hands, reading the label curiously.

"Oh, a Shiraz," you appreciatingly noticed, "And a good one, too."

"The last date night of the year deserves a good glass of wine," he smiled and took off the thin jacket he had on. Outside, the cool weather had come to its most uncomfortable point, and a grey sky was accompanied by a stiff breeze that shook the trees around harshly.

"God, you really are perfect," you dreamily grinned and put the wine down on the coffee table.

"I doubt that," he shrugged, "but I for sure have the most perfect girlfriend."

His arms wrapped around you from behind and turned you around, and he surprised you with another of his kisses, intense and affectionate, and thus startled you, ripping your out of the tingling happiness that had taken over your body after he had called you his girlfriend. Though it hadn't been the first time he'd done that, every time you couldn't stop grinning like crazy, unable to believe that this man was really yours.

"Ugh, you're so sweet," you groaned with a broad smile on your face, "It will be torture to spend Christmas at home with Dad."

"Please, your father is great," Chris huffed, and he knew he was right. The two men had met at a mutual friend's wedding, where your former best friend had brought him along as her plus-one.

"I'm just glad my mother won't be there," you sighed, pulling yourself out of his grip to get some glasses out of the kitchen.

"I can imagine," he chuckled, knowing everything about your rather complicated relationship with her. You got back to the living room, two glasses in hand, and he sat on the couch, waiting for you.

"I wish I could tell everyone we're together," he whispered as you sat down next to him, and you giggled, imagining how amazing it would feel to be officially introduced as his girlfriend.

"Me too," you sighed, "but we really shouldn't."

You opened the wine and poured two glasses, handing one to him. He waited until you closed the bottle again and picked up your own glass so you could clink them.

"To us," he smiled contently and brought the glass to his lips, and you grinned.

"To us."

"Which brings me to the fact that it is my turn on deciding the movie," he stated, placing his glass on the coffee table. You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh.

"I don't get how you got from our relationship to movie nights, but sure, tell me. What movie's on the schedule tonight?"

His smile was mischievous when he leaned back, reaching for the remote on the couch's armrest.

"How much am I gonna hate you for it?" you laughed, leaning back with your glass still in your hands, and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close carefully to not spill the wine, and his mouth was next to your ear when he mumbled his response.

"Not at all, I hope," he whispered breathily, your entire back getting covered in goosebumps while his hot breath hit your sensitive skin. "It's Hercules."

"Awe, really?" You turned your head up to him, your hands grasping onto the glass, and he nodded.

"Sure. I know how much you love that movie. I know how much I love it, too. So, it's perfect for the last date night of the year, isn't it?"

"Oh, it really is," you agreed with a smile and cuddled up against him, one leg arching over his while you tried to keep the glass straight, and he selected the movie and pressed play. However, the narrator didn't even get to speak a full sentence.

"The doorbell," Chris groaned, pausing instantly. You inhaled deeply.

"If that's June, I'm going to kill her. I told her it was our last date night of the year."

You jumped up, your glass in hand, strutting over to the apartment's front door while Chris's gaze followed you.

"June, I swear to God," you groaned loudly to let your neighbor hear through the closed door, "What could be so important?"

You jammed open the door with vigor, looking down to try and think of what to say next, but when you looked up, you almost dropped your glass, gasping at who stood before you as of now.

"Darling?" Chris asked, and you heard him approach the little hallway as well. When he got around the corner, you heard him gasp. In front of you, the young woman had a subtle smile on her face, her brow arched at the sight of your boyfriend.

"I knew you wanted to fuck him," your former best friend scoffed, and left both Chris and you in utter shock.