“Your dad will kick my ass if you don't behave yourself.”

"If I don't behave myself?" You repeat with a breathy laugh, a smile coming to your face. You raise a brow at him, tilting your head. "Who's to say I'm the one not behaving?"

“As soon as he started cooking dinner, you parked your pretty ass on my lap.” He replies, the corner of his lip tugging up slightly.

"What do you think he'd do if he caught us kissing?” You ask with a grin, leaning a little closer to him.

Chris' face manages to keep it's usual, stoic expression, but you can hear the audible gulp he makes as he processes your words, the crease between his brows deepening slightly. You can tell he's thinking about the fact that your dad is only one room over - that he could come back into the living room at any moment.

“Your dad would have a meltdown of epic proportions, and I'd definitely get my ass kicked.” He responds, his gaze flicking down to your lips. “Lucky for you, I happen to be great at covert operations.”