Pitbabe S2, Chapter 9 pg8

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 9 pg8

   All this time, I thought I was the “crazy” one in this relationship, but now I might need to rethink that.

   Sure, I’d done crazier things before, and Charlie was usually the one holding me back (though he’d end up going along with it anyway). Most of the reckless stuff came from me, so it was a bit odd that now Charlie was the one initiating.

   “What’s up?” I asked after he hung up with that persistent doctor. “Who died?”

   “The lab results are in,” Charlie replied flatly, leaning down to lightly kiss my cheek. His affectionate behavior tugged at my heart a little. I held my breath, waiting for him to say more, but he just stayed quiet.

   “And?”

   I had to be the one to ask.

   “I have to go soon.”

   That’s what he didn’t want to say. I’d already guessed it, but it still stung and itched in my heart. My first thought was, I don’t want him to go. Of course, it’s always like that. But seeing how hard it was for Charlie to even say it, I felt like I’d be a cruel, heartless boyfriend if I told him not to go.

   “Go then.”

   In this world, anyone can misunderstand Charlie, but there should at least be one person who doesn’t make him explain too much.

   “Are you mad, Babe?”

   And that person is me.

   “Not mad,” I said, gently rubbing his head and kissing his sweaty forehead. “Don’t want you to go, but I understand.”

   “But we’re not done yet.”

   “You still in the mood to keep going?”

   “Well, if Babe’s not done, I can…”

   “Forget it.”

   I meant what I said, no sarcasm intended, but Charlie looked as dejected as a scolded dog.

   “I’m fine. Even if you wanted to keep going, I’m not in the mood anymore.” I pushed the sulky pup away, slowly sitting up and grabbing the shorts that had fallen beside the sofa, slipping them on haphazardly instead of telling Charlie, Let’s stop here. “We’ll make up for it next time.”

   “Next time, I’m turning off my phone.”

   “Don’t. I’m scared you’ll go even crazier.”

   “Babe.”

   “If you don’t stop whining, I might change my mind and not let you go.”

   “Try stopping me, Babe.”

   “If I said don’t go, would you really stay?”

   “Sure.”

   I laughed. Even though Charlie’s face looked serious, it was still amusing to me.

   “I’m serious,” Charlie insisted, his expression stern.

   “You won’t find it.”

   Charlie might not realize it, but I know him well. He’s a kid with his own mind, doing everything based on his beliefs. He always says I’m the example of someone who does whatever they want, free from everything, but in reality, he’s the one like that. Someone with principles who follows them fearlessly—that’s the definition of Charlie, plain and simple.

   “Your work can’t wait, but I can.”

   I said that to Charlie before he left.

   “Go do what you need to do. I’m not running off anywhere. This is my house.”

   “I’ll be back quick.”

   Charlie still looked guilty until the very last second, but he left anyway, which wasn’t wrong since I told him to go. It’s not like I was trying to play the good guy to make him feel bad or anything. It was just… the right thing to do, that’s all.

   “Sigh… I probably love you too much, don’t I?”

   I muttered to myself, letting the feeling fade quietly.

   “Yeah, yeah, got it. I won’t forget, big boss.”

   I rattled off quickly, hanging up before the uncle on the other end could repeat himself for the fourth time.

   “Lock the door as soon as you’re in, don’t leave it open. Before you leave, double-check it’s locked. If you’re worried you’ll forget, just think about how many hundreds of millions the cars in the showroom are worth. You’d still be paying off the debt in hell, Kim.”

   I said that to Charlie before he left.

   “Go do whatever you need to do. I’m not going anywhere; this is my house.”

   “I’ll be back quick.”

   Charlie still looked guilty right up to the last second, but he left anyway. It’s not like he did anything wrong, since I’m the one who told him to go. It’s not about me trying to act like a good guy to make him feel sorry for me or anything like that. It’s just… the right thing to do, that’s all.

   “Sigh… I probably love you too much, don’t I?”

   I mutter to myself, letting the feeling pass quietly.

   “Yeah, yeah, got it. I won’t forget, big boss.”

   I speak quickly and hang up before the guy on the other end can repeat the same thing for the fourth time.

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