Chris and Denise did not end up talking after entering his house together, and by together- the two were basically one. He swept her off her feet like he did the first time they got together, carrying her inside his house. The state of tidiness in his vacant house transformed the second they got inside, with items of clothing scattered across the floor and furniture moved from their original position. The quick break in-between left his kitchen bench with two used wine glasses and a half emptied out bottle of Denise's favorite Moscato. His pristine bathroom suffered slightly too when a non-traditional bath and shower were had, one after the other. One could say the couple made good use of the precious time they had together, reintroducing themselves to their partner and familiarizing every inch and every curve they could before they were forced to say goodbye again.

"We're not going to sleep, are we?" Chris murmured into Denise's hair, chuckling when he saw what time it was; it was 4:47AM. Denise could only smile and shake her head in response, tightening the arm she had draped over his torso. "It is so good to be back in bed with you," he admitted. "Amongst other things," he whispered flirtatiously then snickered when she buried her face into his chest, blushing deeply. "Here I was thinking we wouldn't have time," he poked her side and she squirmed, giggling.

"Please." She pulled away from him and sat up, completing a 180 with her body so she could face him while sitting cross-legged. "You were not going to just talk to me." She accurately accused and he laughed. "You're a guy," she bit playfully and he scoffed, pretending to be offended. "You were going to make use of the make-up sex before anything else."

"Yeah I was," he scrunched his nose, smiling and nodding in agreement. "But I'd be an idiot not to."

"As would I," she agreed, giggling. "Guess I can be a real guy sometimes too." She joked and he laughed again, pressing a hand to his left pec. "But now that we've completed the fun part," she began as she tried to stop laughing along with him. "We should actually talk. It's obvious we need to if we want this to last, and I want this to last," she asserted.

"Me too," he nodded and sat up straight, leaning against his headboard as he reached for her hand; her fingers entwined with his. "Okay," he huffed, "um- I think we should figure out where we went wrong this time so we can avoid doing it again at all cost."

"There's not much to figure out because I already know where we went wrong, and by we- I mean...Me," she mumbled sheepishly then pursed her lips. "It was entirely my fault," she said when she saw his brimming attempt to correct her. "I should've just talked to you, Chris. Asked you for help and depended on you rather than toughing it out. As your girlfriend, it was a prerogative and I failed to use it. Everything that came after was because of my idiocy and I'm sorry."

"You weren't the only one," he shook his head, squeezing her hand. "I should have approached things with a more rational and mature perspective. I am the adult in the relationship, after all." He pointed out then chuckled when she scoffed with a smile. "I knew you were doing it to prevent me from worrying and I should have left it alone, but I had a bad day and I really wanted to hear your voice and- I don't know, things got out of hand." She nodded in agreement with a small smile. "I'm so sorry I said all those things, I didn't mean any of it. You know that, right?"

"Oh," she narrowed her eyes, feigning confusion as she began to tease him. "So you didn't mean it when you said you're nowhere near fucking perfect?" He could hear the playful tone in her voice so he just chuckled. "How you can't be the perfect guy I want you to be? Oh, and what was that you said? Um, you don't know how to live up to my incredibly high expectations?"

"I don't like how good your memory is."

"And I don't like how perfect you are," she retorted with a smile, coaxing a smile from him. "Look-" she began then cut herself off with a sigh. "I know you meant what you said when you said all that."

"I really didn't-" He began, fidgeting anxiously.

"No, I'm not-" she chuckled, "I'm not mad. I just want you to know that you're wrong, Chris. You are perfect, and you are the perfect guy I want and need in my life." The smile on his lips returned and she found herself smiling with him. "And I know my expectations are ridiculously high and incredibly intimidating, but- you've truly never disappointed me before." He looked unconvinced, so she convinced him. "You risked your job and flew back for me, Chris. I've never had a guy give up the last bite of chocolate cake, let alone do what you just did."

"I find that very hard to believe," he chuckled.

"Believe it," she quipped, "because it's true. No one has ever put me above their own wants, needs, and responsibilities before. You are the first which is why I intend on making you my last." She told him and he smiled, grabbing her wrist to pull her onto him. She broke her fall with her hand as her body crashed against his, "you are exactly the kind of guy I write about and could only dream of being with. So thank you," she smiled. "Thank you for coming to life and for making what I thought could only be a dream- a reality," she whispered, her lips inches from his.

"You just cannot stop that writer's brain of yours, can you?" He chuckled, gently tucking the loose strains of her hair behind her ear. Her response was a soft giggle, her slender hand caressed his bearded face. "You're very welcome, Denise. And you know what, I never thought I'd find a girl like you. You are the kind of girl I read about and could only dream of being with, so thank you. Thank you for finding me, for giving me a chance, and for helping me achieve a love as strong as the ones you wrote about." He leaned in and was about to press his lips against hers when she drew back and pressed the pads of her right hand fingers on his lips. "What?"

"You kinda plagiarized my words," she winced as she told him. He laughed with a shake of his head then playfully nibbled her fingertips. "Ah, Chris!" She giggled and pulled her hand away, resting it on his chest. She let out a satisfied sigh, smiling. She couldn't imagine how much more perfect her life could be right in that very moment, she had everything. "Luckily I love you too much to care," she leaned in, meeting his lips for the hundredth time that night. "I love you, Chris Evans."

"And I love you too," he whispered back then mumbled under his breath, "Denise Evans." She pulled back, giggling. "What?" He chuckled when she raised a brow. "I already said I was going to marry you. Even if you don't take my last name for professional reasons, like you didn't in your series, you're still going to be an Evans."

"True, but- I mean," she held up her left hand and wiggled her empty ring finger at him, drawing a light laugh. "We're not even engaged yet. I know we will be one day, but don't get ahead of yourself," she teased. He just smiled as he gently pushed her off him. "What?" She laughed when he got out of bed, walking over to his dresser. "I'm teasing. Are you really that offended?" He glanced back at her and made a face that quite easily said "you're ridiculous." "No, you're ridiculous," she quipped back, tossing a pillow at him.

"Do you want to know what getting ahead of myself looks like?" The question was rhetorical as he pulled something out of his sock drawer. His back was turned towards her so she couldn't see what was in his hand, she could only guess; her assumption was enough to stop herself from breathing. "Getting ahead of myself is getting an engagement ring before I even ask the girl I want to marry to be my girlfriend." He turned around and held up a traditional Tiffany&Co ring box. "That's um- that's getting ahead of myself," he chuckled.

"Oh my God," she covered her mouth with both hands to hide her shock and growing smile.

"I was going to keep it until you were a little older," he told her as he made his way back towards the bed. "But um-" He sat down opposite her, holding the box out. "I don't know, this seems as good a time as any. We don't have to get married immediately, we can just be engaged until we're both ready." He realized she still hadn't said anything and he winced, quickly adding, "if you're down for a long engagement, of course. If you're not, I can put this back and we can forget this ever happened. I just wanted you to know I am serious about marrying you, I'm not just saying it for fun. Can you please say something?" He tittered, pulling her hands away from her mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm- that is a ring box," she stated as a matter-of-fact and he smiled, nodding as he held it up. "From Tiffany&Co, like- like my story." He nodded again. "And you- you want to propose now if I'm okay with a long engagement? Which- obviously we'll be having 'cause 'Infinity War' and 'Red Sea Diving Resort' and 'Lobby Hero' and-" she pointed at herself as she continued to breathlessly ramble, "university."

"Mm hm," another nod from Chris. "It's your call, sweetheart. 'Cause I'm down for anything as long as you're the person I'm doing it with." She let out a quick breath as her eyes fell back on the ring box that Chris was fiddling with in his hand; left and right, he'd turn it. "We don't have to do this, we can wait a few years and I can propose with more-"

"Yes," she cut him off with a nod and Chris felt his heart skip a beat.

"Yes...as in?" He quizzed and she nodded which confused him even more, though the smile on his face told her he knew exactly what her 'yes' meant. "Like- you want to get engaged now or you want to wait a few years?" He needed to hear her say it, he needed absolute clarity.

"Yes, I want to get engaged now!" She answered with a laugh, holding out her hand for him. His nerves could be heard in his laugh as he fumbled to open the box, revealing the halo cut diamond ring she'd always imagined she'd get from him. How well he knew her spooked her; he was her soulmate. "Oh my God," she breathed as he gently pulled it from the box, taking her left hand. "This is- this is not happening." He chuckled as he slipped it into place; it was a perfect, glistening fit. "I'm engaged to Chris Evans."

"Yes you are," he confirmed, leaning forward to peck her lips. "And you know what that means, don't you?" He teased in a suggestive tone, making her laugh as she rose to rest her weight on her knees. "See," he chuckled as her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands moved to rest on her waist. "We're made for each other."