Pitbabe S2, Chapter 27 pg 4

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 27 pg 4

   BABE:

   This was the weirdest breakup I’d ever experienced.

   “Haha, what’re you doing, man?”

   Sure, breaking up with Charlie was my first and only experience dumping a boyfriend, but it was still weird.

   “Kissing that little tummy, duh,” he answered with a straight face, as if it was perfectly normal to spend time waiting for his latest experiment results by rolling around on a small bed in a researcher’s bedroom (that used to be his). He buried his face in his ex’s stomach, looking as delighted as if he were nuzzling a kitten.

   Charlie didn’t even go rant about his million problems with the team like he usually did. This wasn’t like him at all, but I wasn’t complaining. It was kind of awesome that he chose me over those loudmouth nerds.

   “Tummy? Watch your mouth,” I said, ruffling his soft hair as punishment for daring to insult the stomach I’d worked hard to maintain. “This isn’t a tummy.”

   “Why can’t I call it a tummy? It’s cute.”

   “Cute, huh?”

   “Yup.”

   Charlie nodded with an innocent expression, like he genuinely meant it. His earnest look, with no hint of teasing, made me rethink my stance on tummies a bit.

   If he says it’s cute… well, I guess it is.

   “How much time’s left?” I asked. Charlie glanced at the clock on the wall for a split second before leaning his cheek against my stomach and answering flatly.

   “Seven minutes.”

   “Should be enough time.”

   “Enough for what?” Charlie looked up at me, and I knew he was playing dumb on purpose, acting like he wasn’t the person who knew me best in the world.

   “Enough… for this!” I squeaked in a cutesy voice, then made a grab for the mysterious zone in Charlie’s pants. He jolted away, quickly trying to pin my hands to stop me from successfully invading his strategic point. To an outsider, it probably looked like we were locked in a wrestling match on the world’s smallest ring. But instead of growling or grimacing with effort, both of us were giggling, delighted by the other’s determination to win and refusal to give in easily.

   “Stop, stop, stop!” Charlie wrapped both his legs tightly around me, trapping my hands like a criminal in the arms of a cop. That comparison should’ve made me feel guilty or scared of the law, but when I thought of Charlie as the cop, I suddenly wanted to be the bad guy.

   In a parallel universe where Charlie’s a police officer, I’d probably be a petty crook committing minor crimes every day, getting arrested more times than anyone in history.

   “You know the more you resist, the more time you waste,” I said, panting, before glancing at the wall clock again. “Five minutes left.”

   “It hasn’t been seven minutes yet.”

   “It has! If you’re serious.”

   “The more serious I am, the less it works.”

   “What the… weak.”

   “Don’t get too full of yourself,” Charlie said slowly. His grip loosened just enough to let me breathe, but he didn’t let go completely. He pulled me up to straddle him, his hands resting familiarly on my hips. He had the smug look of a winner, even though I was the one who gave in first. “I told you this place isn’t right.”

   “Why not?”

   “Because it’ll end up like last time when Phii Alan walked in and saw Babe sitting on me… in this exact position.”

   I got the risk Charlie was talking about, but honestly, how was that our fault? The real culprits were the guy who barged in without knocking and the one who lied about Charlie being sick, right? I was the innocent victim who got kicked off the bed, so why was I the one who had to take the blame?

   “Lock the door this time.”

   “Whether someone walks in or not, we shouldn’t. This is a workplace, not our house.”

   “Oh, come on! You’re talking like we only do it at home. At this point, Mars is probably the only place we haven’t tried.”

   “Babe.”

   “Three minutes left!”

   Charlie laughed softly before pulling me into a hug. I thought about resisting a little, to get back at him for annoying me, but once I felt his warm touch, I melted and forgot all about my desire to win.

   I used to think I was already weak to Charlie, but being close again felt like unlocking a new level for me. Just a smile or his gentle tone was enough to make me go soft easily. I don’t know if it’s because Charlie has been practicing his charm or if my resistance is getting weaker every day.

   “So cute, I might die,” he said.

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