I looked at him, confused, “Do what?” He shook his head repeatedly. Then his eyes shifted to mine. “Do you want an explanation for what you walked in on?” I drew back, caught off guard by the bluntness of his question. My tongue felt heavy. It was taking everything in me not to stomp my foot and
CHARLOTTTEThe question was loaded as it hung in the air between us. I didn’t let myself breathe because suddenly, I felt suspended mid-air, trying desperately to find my footing. He could brush me off, give me an answer that proved just how way over my head I had gotten. He could do it, and we co
“And because of that, whenever we were near each other, I was always reminded that those things you said to me in the auditorium three months ago were all true,” he said. “You weren’t just saying it for dramatic effect, Charlotte. You really hated me.” He gave his head a half shake. “I had to face t
CHARLOTTEI lifted my hand to knock, then dropped it after a second of hesitation. I really shouldn’t have been there. After the conversation we had yesterday, the last thing I should’ve been doing was sneaking over to his room and pacing around, hoping and praying he would let me in. But there I
Curiosity soon gave way, strong enough to make my body move. Slowly, I ground my hips against him, keeping my eyes on his still face. And sure enough, I felt it lengthen along the cotton of my shirt. Hardening too. I had no balance, but I pushed myself against him again, feeling him respond to me d
CHARLOTTEI stifled a gasp at the feel of his hands on me. Trailing down the column of my neck. Reaching down to cup one of my sensitive breasts in his large hands. The calloused digits grazing against my heated flesh. His voice, raspy and deep, as I felt it right by my ear, “Charlotte…” I let
I slowly nodded, drumming up the courage to say what I had to say. I couldn’t beat around the bush anymore. I couldn’t… pretend. So instead of hiding behind a wall, I decided to bite the bullet and speak my truth. I’d been put in worse situations when it came to the person standing in front of m
CHARLOTTE At the point of contact, my knees damn near gave out on me. It was soft, and gentle. Just like the feel of his lips on mine. I reveled in it. But it still didn’t stop me from noticing how rigid Taide had gone. He remained frozen and immobile. Part of me understood it; I caught him o