Pitbabe S2, Chapter 6 pg5

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   “Like, often?”

   “Just going along, you know, meeting all sorts of people every day.”

   “I never knew.”

   Charlie’s tone kept rising, his face clearly showing confusion and nervousness, even though he was trying his best to hide it.

   Cute.

   “How would you know? I never said it for you to hear,” I continued teasing. Even though Charlie looked pretty pitiful right now, I wanted to see how well my clever guy could keep his emotions in check. “I only say it to others, or sometimes I just think it.”

   “Who?”

   “The ones I told?”

   “The ones you said were cute.”

   Oh, his voice got sharp.

   “A few people.”

   “Like who?”

   “Hmm…” I pretended to think. No, I was actually thinking, because it’s been a long time since I paid attention to anyone other than Charlie. “The latest was Willy, you know, that foreign-looking face, body like Dean’s.”

   “Didn’t you say he was a whiny brat?”

   “We’re not talking about personality, are we? Just people I find interesting, like, on the outside.”

   Hearing my own words, I started to feel a bit guilty for picking Willy. I should’ve at least thrown out a random name, anyone but someone we’d just had an issue with. But it was too late to realize now. I just hoped Charlie wouldn’t take it too seriously.

   “Oh… so that’s what’s cute to you, Babe,” Charlie nodded slowly. I couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking or feeling, because his face was so neutral it was hard to read. “Like the type you’d pick for a one-night stand?”

   “Maybe.”

   Oh no, bad move.

   My mouth worked faster than my brain. Instead of thinking it through first, I only realized after hearing my own answer. The silence that followed made me too nervous to even look Charlie in the eye. I had no idea if that was a test, a playful jab, or a question that would decide my fate.

   “I mean… back then,” I said, fully aware that my smile right now must’ve looked so awkward. Charlie didn’t react, didn’t say anything back, just kept staring at me like he was waiting to see how I’d dig myself out of this hole I’d made. “Before you, I was into that type. But now I don’t care about that anymore. Even if it’s not my type, I like you.”

   Charlie’s brows furrowed, his eyes saying something like, What are you talking about? That just made me panic even more.

   Say something, don’t just stay quiet!

   “It’s not like that. I didn’t mean others fit my type better than you. It’s just that I’ve never dated anyone like you before. You’re the first person who doesn’t match my type, but I still slept with you.”

   No, honestly, it would’ve been better if I hadn’t said anything at all.

   Idiot.

   “Charlie…” Knowing that the more I tried to explain, the worse it sounded, I opted for my go-to method. It might not be the most mature approach, but it’s always worked well, tested by me and Charlie ourselves. “That’s not what I meant. You know what I’m trying to say, right?”

   Clinging to his arm, rubbing my cheek against his shoulder, and using the cutest voice I could muster.

   No matter how tough I act in public, Pitbabe has zero dignity when it comes to coaxing his boyfriend.

   “Since we started dating, I haven’t found anyone else cute. I’m serious, not just trying to sweet-talk you. You should know that, right? Who else do I pay attention to all day besides you? No one. These days, all I get is teasing for being obsessed with a kid…”

   I rambled on with every word that came to mind, no filter whatsoever, hoping at least one would get through to Charlie. If he caught every word of those awful sentences earlier, surely he’d pick up on these cute ones too. That silly-faced Charlie needs to start paying attention to my excuses as much as he does my mistakes.

   While I was whining internally, the broad shoulders I was leaning on started shaking like a phone’s notification vibration.

   When I looked up, I saw Charlie desperately trying to hold back his laughter.

   Smack!

   “Ow!”

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