Pitbabe S2, Chapter 18 pg7

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 18 pg7

   “Babe…” I didn’t think I’d be this desperate, but before I knew it, I was calling out to him in a tone that might make me cringe with embarrassment tomorrow. Oh well, that’s tomorrow’s problem. “You done yet?”

   “Argh!” Babe yelled back. Even muffled, his voice carried clear irritation, practically screaming “Just a sec!” without saying it again.

   “You’re brushing your teeth, too?” I whined, realizing Babe was overpreparing. We’ve been together this long, and he’s still worried about stuff like that? He used to complain when I’d ask to shower first. I just don’t get him. “Where’d you even get a toothbrush?”

   “Ugh!” The muffled “Under the sink” came back with a bit more attitude than his earlier “Just a sec,” but Babe was still kind enough to answer every time I asked. Plus, he impressed me with his top-tier scavenging skills and ex-boyfriend intuition by finding the spare toothbrush hidden in the storage under my sink, even though it’s his first time here. (Not that surprising, though, since I’ve been doing this since we lived together.)

   “Babe…” Seeing that being pushy wasn’t speeding up Pitbabe, I had no choice but to try the soft approach. “I’m waiting for youuu.”

   Silence.

   No response.

   There were two possible outcomes: either he was melting because of my pleading, or he was even more annoyed and planning to stay in the bathroom longer than necessary.

   Both seemed equally likely. I couldn’t tell if it’d be heads or tails.

   “Baby… what’re you doing in there?” I braced myself and tried another round of coaxing, this time with the added bonus of lightly scratching at the bathroom door, hoping he’d take pity and stop teasing me. “Finished brushing yet?”

   The bathroom stayed silent. I caught myself holding my breath, on edge.

   Then, a few seconds later, the door swung open.

   Babe stared at me without saying a word. His bangs were slightly damp, probably from washing his face. A faint scent of soap and mint wafted from him. His expression was a little sulky, but not seriously upset. Right now, it seemed like another emotion was taking over.

   We stared at each other for a moment. Babe still didn’t say a word, and I wasn’t sure what to say either. I felt a bit embarrassed facing him after acting so clingy and whiny like a troubled kid. Plus, I couldn’t quite read his mood right now. What if I accidentally made him mad for real? Would that mean I’d have to force myself to sleep tonight without getting what I wanted?

   “Babe…”

   As if he’d been waiting for this exact moment, the second I opened my mouth, Babe pounced. He threw his arms around my neck, kissing me aggressively. The minty scent of my own toothpaste filled my mouth, and his hair brushed against my skin, giving a slight cool sensation that didn’t ruin the mood at all. On the contrary, Babe’s frantic energy melted the frozen tension inside me in no time. A wave of heat surged from my head to my toes and back again, showing no signs of stopping.

   I was pushed down onto the bed. There was no time to gather my thoughts as the famous racer climbed on top of me. He straddled my lap, kissing me over and over like he was declaring that all the time he spent in the bathroom, he’d been holding back too. I didn’t know if this was just how we were or if it was more reckless than usual. Everything was a blurry, chaotic mess. The only thing clear in my senses was this intense longing to become one. If we could melt and merge into each other right now, we probably would have.

   “Gotten even bigger,” Babe whistled approvingly. He yanked my T-shirt off over my head and tossed it somewhere, his hands roaming over my upper body like he wanted to reacquaint himself with a touch he hadn’t felt in a while. I didn’t resist, leaning back on my hands and letting the guy on my lap admire my body to his heart’s content. “You’ve been getting hotter lately, huh? Going all out.”

   “I’ve been like this for a while. Before, people were just too intimidated by you, Babe.”

   “There’s some truth to that. The second you’re single, they all come swarming,” my ex grumbled, clearly annoyed that I’d been getting way more attention since news of our breakup spread. “But it’s not fair. Didn’t I see you first? I’m the only one in this country with an eye for you.”

   “So what?” I shot back, moving my hands to rest on his hips, giving a playful squeeze. “You saw me first, so you can’t share me with anyone else?”

   “If I said I won’t share, would you listen?”

   “Nope.”

   “Then why even ask?”

   “But at the very least, I should give you some credit, Babe.”

   “Credit for what?”

   “For all this attention I’m getting. Part of it—honestly, probably most of it—is because of you.” I locked eyes with him. There was something captivating about Babe’s eyes, hard to explain. So many times, when I looked into them, I felt like I was being sucked into a vortex with no escape, a whirlpool of emotions that could make me burn or freeze at his whim. Scorching like hell when he was angry, chilling to the bone when he gave me that cold stare, and sometimes so blissful it felt like floating in heaven when he looked at me with those tender, love-filled eyes. Babe’s eyes were a gateway to those realms, and I willingly let myself get lost in them over and over again. “I think I’ve got my own charms, maybe my look or…”

   “You’re handsome,” Babe cut in, placing a hand on my left cheek. “You’re handsome, Charlie, and your body’s great. No wonder people stare.”

   “If you say so, I won’t argue,” I chuckled, feeling a bit shy saying it. But since Babe insisted, there was no reason to deny it and hurt his feelings. “What I’m trying to say is I wouldn’t be this hot if I hadn’t been your ex, Babe.”

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