Pitbabe S2, Chapter 18 pg3

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 18 pg3

   “It’s not that complicated,” Charlie said, tightening his hug. His breathing made me feel at ease. Come to think of it, it’s been a while since we’ve slept together like this. Suddenly being back in the same bed, cuddling like before, I felt like a sleep-deprived person finally getting some real rest. “I just think you love me too much to cheat.”

   I’ll admit I was happy to hear that. The fact that Charlie could say with full confidence that I love him a lot means I haven’t been a terrible partner after all. Sure, I’ve got plenty of flaws, and there’s still a lot I rely on him for, but at the very least, I’ve managed to make him feel my love completely. I consider that a win.

   “Good to know.”

   “Still love me the same?”

   “Don’t get all sappy.”

   Charlie laughed, brushing off my cheeky remark. He squirmed a bit before slowly pulling away from the hug. I wanted to hold him back, but I was worried it’d seem too clingy, so I just watched him with a pang of regret. He probably noticed my longing look because he turned back, smiled, and gently patted my head before saying, “Gonna lock the front door first. Burglars on the first day wouldn’t be fun.”

   “Didn’t say anything.”

   I replied like that, and Charlie kept smiling as he walked out of the bedroom, leaving me sprawled on his new bed. I lay there staring at the ceiling. The round, recessed lights in Charlie’s bedroom glowed a soft yellow. I thought they were nice, but they couldn’t compare to the lights at my place. I bet Charlie misses the view of his old bedroom ceiling too. Nothing can replace that.

   I stared at the ceiling lights for a few minutes until the room’s owner returned with a glass of water. He handed it to me and sat on the bed. I sat up, took the glass, and drank without saying a word. After downing about half, I handed it back. I’m not sure what kind of look I gave him when I returned the glass, but it made Charlie smile in that weird way.

   He turned to place the glass on the bedside table, then slid fully onto the bed, leaning against the headboard and stretching his long legs out. Seeing that, I instinctively moved to lie between his legs, like it was second nature. This is one of my comfiest positions—feeling like I’m nestled between two body pillows, with Charlie’s firm thighs as my headrest.

   “Wanna hear about Willy?” I asked after settling into my cozy spot.

   “Just seeing the pictures was bad enough, and now you’re going out of your way to tell me about it in bed?”

   “How do I explain?” I laughed, secretly pleased to know Charlie still cared about my business. At first, I thought he’d lost interest, especially since he stayed quiet all day despite the huge buzz this news caused. “That day, I was drinking alone. Willy came out of nowhere, said he was alone too, and asked to sit with me.”

   “You sure he didn’t stalk you there on purpose?”

   “He’s not that creepy.”

   “Defending him now?” At first, it felt nice that Charlie was jealous, but now his accusatory tone was starting to annoy me a bit. So I sent a warning—my first move was a small bite on the inside of his thigh, the jealous guy’s weak spot. “Ouch!”

   Or maybe not so small, judging by that yelp.

   “Why’d you bite me?” Charlie complained, squeezing my mouth in retaliation, as if to prevent a second bite.

   “You’re getting way too jealous.”

   “I was just asking. He seems into you, so anything’s possible.”

   “It wasn’t like that. It was really just a coincidence.”

   “Okay, if you say it’s a coincidence, then fine,” the jealous kid gave up his interrogation easily, partly because I made my voice as cute as possible instead of the usual threatening tone I often use. Generally, Charlie is weak to my softness and sweet gestures. I know this well, so I pull it out when I want to win without too much effort, like now. “But can I ask one thing?”

   “Ask as many as you want.”

   “Who started it?”

   “Started what?”

   “The kiss,” Charlie’s face was calm, but it was clear he was still upset about it, no matter how much he tried to act mature. “Who kissed who first?”

   “What do you think?”

   “No answering with a question.”

   “What’s this…” I teased on purpose, but the mysterious Charlie showed no sign of playing along. His jealousy lingered faintly, not exploding but not fading either. His half-cold, half-annoyed gaze made him look inexplicably sexy. “You’re that serious?”

   “Just a moment ago, you were mad I didn’t ask, weren’t you?”

   “Okay,” I gave in, leaning my cheek against his thigh, hoping to coax him into calming down a bit. And it wasn’t just him—I needed to calm down too, because suddenly my heart trembled with the thought that we felt like a couple again. “Willy started it. He kissed me first.”

   Charlie didn’t say anything back. He placed his hand on my head, and a strange sensation radiated from his palm. It wasn’t painful but not exactly comfortable either—kind of tight, hard to describe. But I could tell this wasn’t just a normal touch.

   “Scared I’m lying?”

   “Just wanted to check.”

   As I suspected, Charlie was using his lie-detecting sense on me. If you see it as a lack of trust, it might seem infuriating, but for me right now, I was actually glad he used it. What’s been bothering me all day is the fear that Charlie would misunderstand me. I don’t care what our status is—as long as I’m not a cheater in his eyes, that’s enough.

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