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There were butterflies during your flight to Hawaii. You tried to keep yourself occupied, but everything you tried, failed miserably. You found yourself staring out the window, checking your phone - despite being in airplane mode. Your legs were bouncing and it was driving the person next to you insane.
“It’s my first time going to Hawaii,” you explained with a shy smile. He didn’t say anything, just rolled his eyes and went back to reading his book.
You held your breath as the plane descended. The view was absolutely amazing. The colors were rich and vibrant, giving everything a lush feeling. You couldn’t wait to get off the plane and actually experience the culture, the people… Chris.
Expecting Chris to be waiting, you were a little let down when a man holding a sign with your name on it greeted you.
“Aloha,” he smiled widely, reaching for your suitcase.
You forced a smile as he removed it from your grip. “Aloha.”
“I bet you’re wondering where Chris is,” the man to your left laughed.
“Kind of, yeah.” You stepped outside and sucked in a breath at the wall of humidity you slammed into.
His laugh was rich as he tucked your luggage into the trunk. “It takes some time to adjust. Chris got called into work at the last minute. Asked if I could pick you up.”
“Thank goodness for air conditioning,” you murmured as the car was started. “I’m sure Chris appreciates your help. Do you work with him?”
“Nah, just a local brother trying make a living.”
You had absolutely no idea what he meant, but before you could ask, your attention was drawn to your window where all you could see were trees and the ocean, both vibrant and lush. God, it was beautiful, and you never wanted to leave.
By the time you realized where you were, you were yawning; the lack of sleep from the night before mixed with the nerves of being in another state, in the middle of the ocean, and meeting a man for the first time. You felt like you would pass out if you closed your eyes for longer than three seconds.
After the car rolled to a stop, you stepped out and looked around in confusion. Wherever you were didn’t look like you thought it would. There were rows of trailers, people roaming around, thick stacks of papers in their hands, racks of clothes being rolled to and from multiple trailers.
“You comin’?” your chauffeur called, your suitcase in his hand.
“Uh, yeah,” you stammered, jogging to catch up. “Where are we?”
“This is where Chris works,” was all he said as he led you to a trailer at the far end. He opened the door without knocking, urging you to follow him.
You jumped up the steps and almost slammed into someone that was most definitely not the man that picked you up from the airport.
“Y/N?” he asked. He didn’t wait for you to answer, just bent down and wrapped you in his arms, hugging you tight.
You couldn’t stop from smiling as your body responded to the voice it knew, the voice that had brought you to orgasm, the voice that had been there for you for the last handful of months. You looped your arms around his neck and sighed happily as his nose moved into your hair, his lips pushing against your crown.
“God, it’s good to see you,” he chuckled low in his throat.
Chris’ grip loosened and you stepped back, taking in the man before you. He was wearing a pair of dark boots, a pair of pants that were just shy of being skin tight, and a short sleeve off white Henley, the front buttons undone, dark chest hair peeking out, but that wasn’t what made you suck in a breath.
“Sweetheart,” he purred, crystal eyes cutting through you. “You alright?”
You swallowed around the knot in your throat. “You… I uh… are you… “
With a shake of your head, you threw open the door, only to slam it shut. There was a piece of paper with Chris’ name on it, but the last name… he’d never mentioned what it was before.
The door opened a second later and Chris was there, brows furrowed, confusion radiation from him.
“You’re Chris Pratt,” you cried.