PitBabeS2, Chapter 2 pg6

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   “No need to apologize. I know you’re just worried,” I sighed softly, reaching out to touch the back of his hand. “I’m fine. This is okay. And I think Dad’s okay too. Even if I don’t hang out with him much, he’s not lonely. He’s got you, after all.”

   “I’m not his son.”

   “Close enough. You spend more time with him than with me.”

   “Exaggerating much? How could I?” Charlie laughed. I knew I was stretching the truth a bit, but trust me, there’s some basis for it. So I’m totally justified in being a little petty and protesting. “If I could, I’d eat every meal with you, Babe. But I’ve got a lot on my plate, so I might need to borrow some time for other things. You’re still number one, though.”

   “Such a smooth talker,” I said. Charlie’s way with words is both impressive and annoying. I’m proud of his cleverness (it makes him insanely sexy), but at the same time, he uses that silver tongue to outtalk me, and I lose every single time. It’s infuriating. “Talking like that, how am I supposed to argue with you?”

   “You don’t argue with me, Babe, because you support everything I want to do.”

   “What, hypnosis too?”

   “Nah, that’s Way’s thing.”

   I burst out laughing. He’s so sly, always talking me up like that— “Babe, you’re so kind,” “Babe, you support everything I do.” I think it’s some kind of psychology trick that makes me go along with him, or maybe it’s slowly changing me bit by bit. Back in the day, I’d never have called myself kind. Selfish and stubborn fit me better. But because Charlie keeps saying I’m this way, I’m starting to believe I might actually be a little kind.

   “I support you in everything already. Whatever you want, you get. But when it’s my turn to ask for something, you better indulge me too.”

   “Have I ever not indulged you, Babe?” 

   “Oh, plenty of times. Lots of things.”

   “Maybe you gets spoiled too much.”

   “No… way.” I wanted to argue, but seeing Charlie’s expression, I couldn’t fully deny it. Deep down, I know the person who indulges me the most is the same one who loves to tease me. “Fine, whatever. You can go do your thing, but when you’re back, you better give me 100% of your attention.”

   “That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

   “Cook for me.”

   “I cook every day. What do you want to eat?”

   “Take a bath together.”

   “Sure. It’s been a while since we soaked.”

   “Massage my shoulders.”

   “I’ll massage your whole body.”

   “And…” I scooted closer to Charlie, leaning in to whisper in his ear about the other things I wanted him to indulge me with, finishing with a soft blow on his ear, hoping it’d make him obey me more.

   “Babe…” Charlie’s eyes widened. He covered the ear I’d blown on, his face flushing red, a smile tugging at his lips uncontrollably. Hard to believe he’s still shy with me, even after almost three years together.

   “What?” I teased.

   “What did you say… so naughty.”

   “What, you’re still not used to it?”

   “Never will be.” The shy kid pursed his lips, quickly jumping off the bed and darting out of the bedroom without a goodbye. Understandable—his embarrassment was probably at a level even Charlie couldn’t handle.

   “Wait up!” I shouted after him, planning to tease him more. A second later, I heard a loud crash, like someone had bumped into things, knocking them over. No need to guess who.

   “No need!”

   Just hearing his reply, I knew he was so flustered he couldn’t even walk straight.

   

   CHARLIE:

   Every time I finish talking with my advisor, I end up with something heavy to mull over. A prime example of “mulling over heavily” is what just happened: I walked past the elevator I was supposed to take, then got in but stepped out on the third floor instead of the first, and somehow wandered all the way to the university entrance when I should’ve taken a motorcycle taxi like usual. I’m starting to understand why Babe calls me “obsessive.” Once I start thinking about something, I lose all awareness of anything else.

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