Charlotte took in the information with a light frown as she shook her hair back and stretched, sitting up fully. “How long have you been up?”
She trailed her gaze over Sutton’s room before dropping her arms and looking back at Sutton, whose gaze was fixated firmly on her chest. Satisfaction moved through Charlotte as she glanced down and saw that the blanket had well and truly fallen to her waist, leaving her torso naked.
A smirk slid over her face as she waited for Sutton to raise her gaze.
When she did, there was a blush high on her cheeks.Thatmade this morning even better, the fact that Sutton could fuck her brains out, but at the same time would blush when she stared at Charlotte’s naked body the next morning.
Yes, this was so very unique to Sutton Spencer.
“I—um, yeah, I only woke up at nine myself,” she said, seeming to shake herself out of it. “I had a couple of messages from my parents, confirming the time we’d be meeting, and…”
She gestured to herself as if to explain why she’d then gotten ready.
Charlotte held Sutton’s gaze, grinning even as Sutton’s blue eyes dipped again. “Coffee sounds great. Thanks.”
Sutton nodded and cleared her throat, looking like she had just realized her hand was still resting on Charlotte’s arm, the backs of her knuckles now brushing against her bare stomach.
Coffee had been easy. It was the best word Charlotte had in her vocabulary to describe what it felt like to sit with Sutton in the late morning as sun streamed in through the kitchen windows, making casual and light and in no way awkward conversation as they drank their coffee after Charlotte had pulled on the pants she’d worn the night before and gratefully accepted the Georgetown sweatshirt Sutton offered her.
She’d worn that sweatshirt the whole day as she’d worked from home.
And she’d worn it a few times in the days since.
So, yes, it had been four days since then, and she hadn’t seen Sutton at all.
She hadn’t heard from Sutton that Friday, which she understood; she had been with her parents and daughter. Even ifCharlottewas in that warm and lovely soft place after they’d had sex, she was alone and doing some work in her home office. Sutton was out and about. Busy.
Then she hadn’t heard from Sutton on Saturday either.
Charlotte tried to not be an alarmist at the situation by Saturday afternoon, when there was still radio silence. After all, she hadn’t texted Sutton either.
And so, Saturday evening, she had.
Charlotte—6:02 p.m.
Hey, just checking in and saying hi. Haven’t heard from you since yesterday morning
She’d stared down at the message and then deleted it, her stomach churning. Seeing it in words made it even more obvious how ridiculous she was being. It had been less than two full days since she’d seen Sutton. Who was busy. It didn’t mean anything that she hadn’t texted her.
Sendingthatmessage felt… desperate.
Charlotte—6:05 p.m.
Just wanted to check in and see if we were still on for tomorrow’s work on the notes for the editor. I’m not sure how long your parents will be in town, so I just wanted to double check. I hope you’re having a great time with them
She reviewed that for a moment before sending it, nodding to herself. That felt right.
And yet she was unprepared for the disappointment she felt when she got the message back—not to mention the fact that she didn’t get a message back for over an hour.
Sutton—7:33 p.m.
Hey! Sorry, we’ve been crazy busy today, but I did want to text you to let you know that I won’t be able to meet up tomorrow. My parents are leaving Monday afternoon and I’m just trying to squeeze in as much time as possible :)
Which—that was totally fine.
Charlotte had said as much.
Charlotte—7:34 p.m.
