Pitbabe S2, Chapter 20 pg 7

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 20 pg 7

   Charlie looked at me like he was too exhausted to fight back. He stood still, letting me touch his face as I pleased, probably thinking that was the most I’d do.

   But… he was wrong.

   I smiled at my one and only ex, pulled my hand from his cheek to touch my own lips, then brought it back to touch Charlie’s lips.

   The crowd went wild, with several girls shrieking as if the scene belonged in a novel or drama they were obsessed with. Meanwhile, Charlie stood frozen. He didn’t react, just stared at me, swallowing hard like it was his first time. I bet his ears were ringing by now.

   “Didn’t do anything… just wanted to play.”

   Charlie stayed still—so still I started to think he wasn’t just deafened but fully in shock.

   Until… he smiled.

   “Alright,” Charlie flashed a smile, as if he were a completely different person from moments ago. Suddenly, a chill ran through my entire body, triggered solely by that smile and the shift in his gaze. “If you want to play, I’ll play along.”

   “Huh?”

   No explanation followed. Charlie stared at me before snapping his fingers with a sharp crack. The sound sent a shudder through my bones, and a piercing screech rang in my ears, so intense it felt like my skull was splitting. But what was even more chilling… everything stopped.

   It wasn’t just a feeling or my senses playing tricks on me. Everyone around us—the audience, Team X members, Charlie’s researchers, passersby, cars on the road, even the birds flying above—froze, as if someone had pressed pause on a video. Except this wasn’t a video; this was real life, a scene unfolding in reality, something that shouldn’t be able to stop.

   But it had stopped.

   The short and long hands of the clock tower froze too.

   Time… had stopped.

   “How… did you do that?” My voice seemed to fade along with the motion of everything else. I looked at Charlie, bewildered. Only the two of us could still move normally, and I wasn’t the one doing this. That left him as the only culprit. “No… since when could you do this?”

   “There’s still a lot you don’t know,” he said, his smile still plastered on his handsome face. Charlie stepped closer, slowly, steadily, until I instinctively leaned back—only to realize there was nowhere to escape. He braced his arms on the car’s hood, trapping me between them. His face moved so close I could feel his breath. “Did you really think you could beat me?”

   I opened my mouth to snap back, but he struck first. Charlie pressed his lips against mine, swift and firm. His lips were warm, burning hotter as he kissed me with unrestrained intensity. I could barely remember the last time a kiss this fierce had happened. It was passionate, invasive, and impossible to resist.

   Worse… I didn’t want to resist.

   I closed my eyes, tilting my face to fully meet the cruel ex’s kiss, my hands rising to cradle his face. I sucked on his lips, tangling my tongue with his in a fierce counterattack, refusing to back down. This didn’t feel like a kiss born of affection. It stemmed from the tangled mass of our emotions—anger, disappointment, and the need to win. Everything collided, overwhelming us, until we chose this kiss to lash out and get back at each other.

   Charlie pulled back. A sharp sting burned at the corner of my lower lip. No need to guess—the kiss was so intense it drew blood. The metallic taste in my mouth was proof enough, and the culprit responsible didn’t seem to feel the slightest bit guilty.

   “And that… is what a real kiss feels like.”

   I don’t want to admit I lost this round.

   If anyone asks, I’ll say it was a draw.

   

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