Pitbabe S2, Chapter 26 pg 3

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 26 pg 3

   Charlie admires everything about me.

   “Whose?” I ask, panting heavily.

   “Papa’s?”

   “No way.”

   “Really?” he asks with an infuriating smirk, his hands squeezing my waist before sliding down to my hips. “If it’s not, then get off.”

   “Not getting off.”

   “Such a tease.”

   “Figured that out late, huh?”

   “Knew it all along,” Charlie says, giving my butt a light smack before leaning in to pepper kisses across my chest. He knows exactly which spots I love, and that’s why he indulges me fully. While I’m taking the lead on top, Charlie isn’t lazy like some of the spineless guys I’ve met. His hands and mouth work together to overwhelm me with pleasure, almost more than I can handle. Just that part of him is already intoxicating, but he still shows me that happiness has no limits when I’m with him. “Love that you’re like this.”

   “Love?” I scoff with a laugh. “Trying to woo me again?”

   “I didn’t even woo you the first time.”

   I meant to tease him, but somehow I’m the one flustered. My cheeks and ears burn as I realize we never really had a “courting” phase. It was just him looking after me, pampering me, fighting, making up, and dealing with a million messes together. Before I knew it, we just wanted to be boyfriends. Not romantic at all.

   Or maybe that was courting?

   “Fine, sorry for liking you first.”

   “Huh?” Charlie furrows his brow, looking slightly confused by my words. “No way.”

   “No?”

   “Are you crazy, Babe?” Charlie pulls me into a hug, his body trembling slightly from laughter, as if my words are utterly ridiculous. But I meant them seriously, not joking. I know Charlie liked me first, but wasn’t that just an idol-fan kind of liking? Him pampering me was partly his strategy, sure, but also because he admired me like an idol. I’m the one who crossed the line first, right? “Didn’t think you’d be this clueless.”

   “Hey!” If he wasn’t holding me so tightly that I couldn’t move, those broad shoulders would’ve gotten a smack.

   “Listen,” Charlie says seriously, still not letting go of the hug. “On the track, you might cross the finish line before me, but in this… you’ll never catch up to me.”

   My heart pounds.

   Maybe because I was too exhausted from this prolonged sex, or because Charlie was hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe, or maybe… for some other reason.

   Any reason, as long as it’s not because I’m falling for him again.

   But falling… is that really the right word?

   

   CHARLIE:

   “Got scolded?”

   Babe asked as I walked back into the room. Our bonding session had ended a while ago, but he still showed no signs of getting out of bed. Babe lazily rolled over, the large blanket twisting around his lower half like a tempura shrimp tail. He looked like he wanted to come to me but was too lazy to move, so he just lay face-down, propped on his elbows, watching me from the battlefield of the bed.

   “For running off to see me?”

   What Babe meant was whether I got chewed out by the person on the phone. While we were having our carefree fun in bed, another part of my world—named Dr. Chris—had called me a dozen times. The reason? Nothing major. I’d just vanished from the lab without a trace or explanation. Once I was done with Babe, I had to step out to call him back and explain everything in detail.

   “He didn’t scold me. He understood,” I replied flatly, dragging my feet slowly to slump down at the edge of the bed. “I told him it was a misunderstanding, that I thought you had an emergency.”

   “So kind. You disappear like that, and he still doesn’t scold you?”

   “He didn’t mind that I ran off out of nowhere. But finding out there was no emergency and I still didn’t go back, plus ignoring his calls… yeah, I got an earful for that.”

   “Thought so. He didn’t seem that nice,” the culprit said, completely unbothered. Babe wriggled like a glass worm, inching closer until he clumsily tucked his head under my arm and rested it on my lap. (It would’ve been much easier if he’d just gotten out from under the blanket.) “But it makes sense. I didn’t call to tell him. He had no idea where you went—probably thought you dropped dead or something.”

   “And when was I supposed to call?”

   “When I was in the bathroom, duh,” Babe shot back instantly. “I was in there for, like, forever. If you’d used the time you spent scratching at the door to call him, you wouldn’t have gotten scolded.”

   “I forgot, okay?” I didn’t know how else to argue, so I just owned it shamelessly. After getting an earful from Dr. Chris until my ears were numb, what was the point of making excuses now? It was too late. “Didn’t even think about it.”

   “Only thinking about me, huh?”

   “Guess so.”

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