His hands traveled down my back and slowly started to lift my blouse. I shivered when I felt his cold hand touching my warm skin, I did my best to try to not break the kiss. I was nervous, this was the first time a guy slid his hands underneath my clothes.

He started kissing my neck, leaving little wet marks on it and it didn't take long for me to let out a moan. I felt him unclasp my bra and I wiggled my arms a little so the straps would fall. He took the bra out without taking my blouse with it. His other hand slowly cupped my breast and gave a light squeeze. I felt goosebumps when his cold fingers touched my nipple.

–Chris... –I moaned.

–Y/n, babe?

I opened my eyes in shock, I turned to my right and Chris was looking at me chuckling. Damn... I was dreaming Chris and I were about to have sex. My face began heating up which meant I was probably turning bright red.

–What we're you dreaming about, doll? –he laughed.

–What did you hear?

–Let's just say you moaned my name a little too loud. –he chuckled once again, putting a strand of hair behind my ear and I threw my head back and covered my face, feeling a little ashamed.

–Did anyone else hear me? –I asked without taking my hands off my face.

–I don't think so, everyone here's asleep.

I moved a little on my seat, turning around to see the rest of the passengers in first class. Indeed everyone was asleep, I sighed in relief and turned to the window. I was still a little embarrassed to look at Chris and I guess he noticed but still wanted to know what exactly I was dreaming about since he kept asking.

–What do you think, Christopher? –I looked at him with a serious expression on my face but couldn't hold it too long so I put my face on the crook of his neck to avoid his gaze.

–I can help you with that... Whenever you're ready. –he said, I could tell he was smiling.

–See this finger? –I said stretching my hand in front of us so we both could see it and I wiggled my ring finger.– Whenever there's a ring on it, you can help me with that matter.

–I'll have to get one of those soon. –he smirked.

–Chris! –I slapped his shoulder and turned to look at the window once again to try to avoid him seeing me all red.

–I'm joking, princess.

–Did you get any sleep? –I asked him, changing the subject. He shook his head saying no and moved a little on his seat.– You should try to get some sleep so jet lag doesn't mess you up. –I sighed.– Plus probably my mom will have something planned for us to do when we arrive and you'll need as much energy as you can get.

–I will. –he said intertwining our fingers and taking our hands up to his face to kiss the back of mine.– I'm glad you're on better terms with your mom.

–Yeah, me too. It's literally thanks to Lisa. –we chuckled.

–God, she's really obsessed with you. –he rested his head on his seat and looked at me.

–Yeah? –I said copying his actions.

–Yeah, she never stops telling me how much she loves you and that I made the best decision in asking you out.

–I'm glad you did. –I smiled, my heart feeling happier after hearing that.

–Your mom does know I'm coming, right? –He asked worried.

–She does, don't worry. No more secrets between us.

–Great. I'm a bit nervous to meet her and your stepdad.

–Woah, that's weird.

–What?

–Just thinking about me having stepparents now... Anyway, don't be nervous, my mom might be a little serious at first but being that she loves your mom it probably won't happen... And apparently François, whom I'm not ready to call my stepdad, is a serious looking man on the outside but a teddy bear on the inside so...

We decided to watch a movie since we still had like four hours left to land in Paris. I snuggled up against his chest and he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me even closer to him. After a lot of insistence, I convinced him to watch a Marvel movie, I wanted to watch one of the Captain America movies but he begged me not to so we ended up picking Avengers.

I think about an hour went by before we both fell asleep and I woke up when I felt Chris kissing my cheek and heard him whisper in my ear to wake up. The light of the plane bothered me a little, making me take a while to adjust to it.

I was able to catch the plane landing, I always loved seeing it as well as the takeoff. When we landed and got out of the plane, we went straight to baggage claim. I texted my mom to let her know we had arrived and she told me that François had sent one of his chauffeurs to get us.

–How rich is this guy? –I said, unconsciously thinking out loud?

–Who, doll? –he asked grabbing the giant suitcase I brought from the electrical band.

–Oh I was just thinking out loud but François, my mom's special friend. –I chuckled and he did too.

–Am I your special friend? –he whispered in my ear while we walked out of baggage claim, making me tilt my head almost touching my shoulder and chuckle.

–You're a dork. –I said.– But I won't call you that, it sounds like the way a mother would introduce her new boyfriend to her kids. –he began laughing and I spotted a guy in a suit holding a poster that said "Mademoiselle Y/n González and monsieur C. Evans"– Look, there he is.

–Bonjour, monsieur. Je suis Y/n González et mon petit ami, monsieur Evans... –I said approaching him.

(Hello, sir. I'm Y/n González and my boyfriend, Mr. Evans)

–Ah, bonjour mademoiselle González, enchanté. Je m'appelle Louis. Madame Hayek parles de toi tout le temps. Enchanté monsieur Evans. –we shook hands with him and Chris' face was priceless, it was a mix of awe and confusion but he still shook the man's hand. I chuckled.

(Ah, hello miss González, nice to meet you. My name's Louis. Mrs. Hayek talks about you all the time. Nice to meet you, Mr. Evans)

–Monsieur Evans ne parle pas français mais il est enchanté de te connaître aussi. Et bon, je parle très peu alors pardonne-moi si je dire quelque chose mal... –I said following since he started guiding us to where the car was.

(Mr. Evans doesn't speak French but he's pleased to meet you too. And well, I speak very little so forgive me if I say something wrong...)

–Ne t'en fais pas, mademoiselle. –he said opening the door for me and Chris helped him with our suitcases.

(Don't worry, miss)

He hopped in the backseat with me and put his hand on my thigh. Louis told us it would be a half an hour drive to get to Grosrouvre, which was the region where my mom's new house with François was located. I began feeling a bit nervous, Chris noticed it and intertwined our hands. I began scrolling through my phone to try to distract myself.

–I didn't know you speak French.

–I don't, I literally just know the basics. –I smiled, looking in between his eyes and lips.

–Didn't seem like just the basics.

–I promise you it's the bare minimum. –I chuckled.– I never learnt it quite well and it's been a while since I last practiced it so it's pretty rusty.

–If you say so... but I loved how you called me. –he said getting closer to my face, my heart began racing. I had kissed him countless times but he still had this kind of effect on me.

–Mon petit ami? –I asked nervous and confused.

–No, monsieur Evans.

–Oh... Really?

–Yup. –he said breaking the space between us and joining our lips together. I felt the kiss beginning to get heated so I broke it. Poor Louis didn't have to see this.

–Not here... –I whispered.

–Okay, okay... I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you, if you ever feel that let me know, okay? –I knew he was taking also about his comments about my dream, I just nodded.

–Sure, thanks amor. –he kissed my cheek.

–What's that? Mon petit ami?

–Oh, it's how you say boyfriend in French.

–So you're mon petit ami?

–No, I'm ta petit amie. If you want to say "my girlfriend" you say "ma petit amie", in French, Spanish and most romance languages you differentiate between the sexes, either there's a different word or a different way to kinda structure what you say.

–Oh...

–Yeah, sounds complex but I think it's not that hard.

–Says the girl who's trilingual.

–I'm not! I swear.

The following thirty minutes, we alternated in between joking around and staring at our respective windows, admiring everything we could. I couldn't believe I was in France with Chris Evans... as my boyfriend. Of course it was also unbelievable that I was here to visit my mom's new boyfriend, house and apparently family.

A few weeks ago, I saw magazine articles talking about my mom's "new" relationship. I didn't read them though, as much as I was willing to put my best face and attitude towards this whole situation, it was still hard for me to picture both my parents with someone else.

I was nervous about meeting François and his kids, I saw his daughter commented on my last Instagram post about Chris being cute. That didn't sit well with me, not only because she didn't give me a good vibe but also because I scrolled through her profile and she was really beautiful... what if Chris found her attractive?

–Honey, what was François whole name again? –Chris asked.

–Uh... something like Henri-François Pinault, why?

–Pardon pour l'ingérence mais le monsieur Pinault s'appelle François-Henri. –said Louis.

(Sorry for meddling but Mr. Pinault is called François-Henri)

–Oh, merci Louis. –I chuckled.– There you go.

–So basically your mom's dating one of the richest men ever?

–What? –I freaked out.

–Yes, honey. –the car began slowing down and I saw us go past a fence.

–Vous êtes arrivés à le Château de la Mormaire. Bienvenue!

(You have arrived to Château [castle] de la Mormaire. Welcome!)

– A château? –I repeated.– Damn... –I said looking at the enormous building in front of us.

–A what?

–This is a castle.

Louis parked the car right in front of the house and got out, opening our respective doors and taking out of the car our suitcases on the way. Chris stepped out before I did and gave me his hand to support myself while getting out of the van. As I stepped on the floor, my mom's voice resonated all over the place.

–Francisco they're here! –she shouted approaching us.– Hello, hello. Hola, corazón. –she said grabbing my face with both her hands and kissing my cheek.– Chris. –she let go of me and turned to see him.

–Nice to meet you, Mrs. Hayek. –he reached out his hand for her to grab.

–Ay, cuál Mrs. Hayek, call me Salma. –she ignored his hand and pulled him for a hug. Both Chris and I looked at each other confused. I actually thought she disliked him.– Get in, get in. Louis will take your things to your rooms.

–Merci beaucoup, Louis. –I turned to thank him quickly while my mom practically pushed us inside the house.

–De rien, mademoiselle! (You're welcome, miss)

–Francisco! –my mom shouted again.

–Do you seriously call him Francisco? –I lifted a brow, trying to held a little laughter.

–Well yes, not only I'm Mexican but he likes it.

–I'm here, ma chérie. –he said coming out of a room and kissing my moms temple.– Welcome Y/n, Chris. I'm François, I've been dying to meet you, your mom talks about you all the time. –he said with a strong french accent, looking at me. I felt a little unable to move so Chris put his hand on my back and pushed me a little.

–Uh... hi. –I said and my mom pinched my arm, throwing me a death stare.– Nice to meet you, François. –he chuckled a little at how nervous I was.

–Uh, hello sir, pleasure to meet you. –Chris intervened, reaching out his hand for François to shake and he did.

–Nice to meet you, Chris. My kids and I are big fans of your work.

–Thank you, sir.

–Well, why don't you go check out your rooms, freshen up a little and then you come down so we can eat together? –said my mom.– I'll show you your rooms, your things are probably already there. –we started going upstairs.– I would have put you in the same room together Chris but you know how Y/n is.

–Mom! –I said a little embarrassed.

–Oh, it's okay, I don't mind. I just want her to feel comfortable. –we stared and smiled at each other. Chris and my mom kept talking a little until we got to our rooms, which by the way were right in front of each other's.

–So, this is going to be your room, François wanted you to have one of the big ones and he wants you to decor it however you want to.

–Why?

–Well, this is going to be your house too. I mean, this is more of a vacation house but he wants you to have your own space here.

–Oh... thanks I guess.

–Be nicer to François, he's actually excited to get to know you. –she pleaded.– Food will be ready in twenty minutes.

She left my room and I sighed. I began unpacking and sat down in the bed, looking at every single detail in the room and trying to take in everything that was happening. I laid down for a couple seconds until a knock on my door made me get up.

–Hey. –I lightly smiled and made my way back to the bed. He came inside and laid next to me.

–Your room is way bigger than mine.

–Really? –I asked and he just hummed in response.

We turned to look at each other and smiled. I leaned forward to peck his lips and started caressing his cheek after. He smiled and told me I was beautiful, which made me look down to try and cover my blushing face. He managed to make me feel butterflies with a simple gaze.

I looked at him once again before we crashed our lips and started making out once again. This time with much more passion and intensity. His tongue began asking for permission to get in my mouth so I opened it. I began feeling a wave of heat travel across my body and images that resembled my dream filled my mind.

–Wait. –I said breaking the kiss.– We should go downstairs before this heats up even more. –I sat in the corner of the bed ready to get up, I turned to look at him since I didn't feel him move, he was smiling without his teeth and looking at the ceiling, laying on his elbow.– I'm sorry, amor. –I got up and walked around the bed to the side where he was laying to peck his lips.

–It's okay. Really.

We got up and made our way to the main floor. Even if the mansion-house-castle was enormous we didn't have any problems finding out where my mom and François were since she really does speak loud so we just followed the heavy and loud Spanish accent.

When François saw us, he told us to follow him. He guided us to what I guess was the "backyard" which was an astonishing garden with one of the most beautiful views I've ever seen of a sort of woods. There was a table set and he invited us to sit down with him until my mom and the food arrived.

I hated to admit that he was actually nice and seemed so laidback. Chris and him were getting along pretty well, talking about themselves and a bit of politics. I was a bit more silent but enjoying their conversation, I needed to know him more to be less shy, it's something that always happens to me.

Chris rested his arm around my shoulders pulling me closer to him. A few minutes went by and my mom came out and followed by a couple people from the staff served our food, which, by the way, was delicious.

After a few months of uneasiness, I finally felt happy and calmed, I was really enjoying the moment. Plus, my mom and François really seem to fit together and it looks like he makes her very happy. And having Chris by my side is the best thing I could ever ask for, I was extremely thankful for him and so in love...

–I love you. –he whispered and kissed my temple as I looked at the fire pit that was in front of us.

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So... I tried to add some sorts of smut haha I had never written something like that so I hope it was okay. And my French is really rusty so if anyone here speaks French let me know if it was okay😂

I feel like I say this way too often but now I really don't know when I'll upload a new chapter😂 my finals finish next Friday so hopefully soon after that I'll have another chapter ready. Thanks for your support and happy December!