Pitbabe S2, Chapter 25 pg 6

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 25 pg 6

   “Didn’t you say not to mess with people’s feelings?”

   “Just getting you back, so you know how others feel,” Charlie said, reaching up to pinch my cheek. Honestly, it wasn’t a gentle, affectionate pinch. He squeezed hard and stretched my face until it was completely distorted—pure bullying. “Getting tricked into worrying isn’t fun, is it?”

   “Who would’ve thought I’d be this worried?”

   “Don’t act like you don’t know,” Charlie said sternly, suddenly seeming upset again, even though he’d just calmed down moments ago. “you knew full well that doing this, no matter where I am, I’d come running. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have pulled this stunt.”

   “Well… yeah,” I wanted to argue, but the problem was I couldn’t think of anything to say. “But I didn’t think you’d get this mad. I didn’t think you’d cry, too.”

   “And how did you think I’d react? Laugh?”

   “I thought you’d just get mad like always and yell at me.”

   “When have I ever yelled at you?”

   “You yell at me all the time,” he let out a chuckle, his large hand that had pinched my cheek now gently stroking it, as if soothing the redness. His demeanor was tender, like the kind Charlie I remembered, as if he hadn’t just been crying his eyes out because of me. “Don’t try to act all sweet and smiley now.”

   “Well, if you didn’t cause trouble every day, what would I have to yell about?”

   “You should be nicer to me.”

   I spoke in the most neutral tone I could muster, but my eyes deliberately pleaded with him. I couldn’t help it—it was my habit to demand his affection back every time we fought and made up. Though it’s hard to say if this counted as making up, sitting here kneeling and facing each other with a smile on Charlie’s face felt close enough.

   “I’m always nice to you,” Charlie replied softly, and unless I was imagining it, his face seemed to be inching closer to mine.

   “Not true. You’re mean,” I shot back, not pulling away even as his breath brushed against my cheek. “The meanest ex-boyfriend ever.”

   “The meanest where?”

   “In my life.”

   “Then that’s right.”

   Charlie laughed, clearly pleased to be the only ex-boyfriend in my life. He expressed that satisfaction with a light touch to my lips, soft yet deeper than our first kiss. He didn’t push further, just held the kiss there, as if staking a claim on my lips as his alone, even though, by our status, he had no right to kiss me like this.

   But so what?

   “Mmm…”

   I kissed him back.

   And since Charlie wasn’t making a move, I took it upon myself to take the lead. I raised my hands to his cheeks, tilted my head to find the right angle, and pressed in firmly, signaling my desire to get closer. Charlie played the gracious host, parting his lips slightly to let me in, and at the same time, he welcomed me with enthusiasm.

   Both of us were still kneeling on the floor, hungrily kissing each other, hands roaming and touching one another’s bodies. Everything felt blurry and intoxicating, like downing an entire bottle of liquor in one go. I felt like the scene was fading in and out, and the next thing I knew, my back was flat against the living room floor.

   “I ditched the livestream,” Charlie pulled away from the kiss, whispering softly as we played a staring game.

   “I know, I was watching,” I replied. “It’s probably chaos now. Bet it’s trending because everyone’s wondering where Charlie disappeared to.”

   “If they knew I ran off to see my ex like this, I’d be done for.”

   “That’d be fun, wouldn’t it?”

   “Not funny.”

   “So, you’re just gonna leave me now or what?”

   I was certain the look I gave Charlie was as sultry as I could manage without alcohol in my system. My palm caressed his cheek, sliding down to his sharp jawline, while my thigh rubbed against him, making my ex, who was straddling me, clench his jaw tightly. He must be holding back with everything he’s got.

   “You’re really gonna leave now?”

   I asked again, my voice even more coaxing than before. I was convinced that no matter how tough Charlie acted, he couldn’t resist my charms. Even when I cursed him for being a heartless jerk, he was still head over heels for me. So what chance did he have when I was showing him how much I wanted him with all my heart?

   “Don’t want you to go… Can’t you stay with me?”

   Charlie might be a stone statue to others, but not to me.

   

   CHARLIE:

   “After this, you gonna have to explain things to Phii Chris yourself.”

   No way.

   “Fine, I’ll handle it.”

   It had been a while since I’d been on this bed. The feel of it was still the same—the pillows, the sheets, the blanket. Everything was filled with Babe’s scent. What comforted me was that I didn’t smell anyone else. Not even a trace of that guy.

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