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My shower is quick, because I am eager to get to Charlotte, who is waiting for me in our bed.
Our bed.
I like the sound of that.
I like the idea of seeing Charlotte’s face first thing in the morning and last thing at night. I don’t mind the idea of being tied to her.
I have never brought a woman to my apartment, and it surprises me how Charlotte just seems to seamlessly belong in here, and in my bed.
Although these past few weeks have been full of tension, having her around almost seems to be the only normal thing.
Patting myself dry, I pull on a pair of boxers and look hesitantly at the pajamas. Before today, I have been wearing them to bed. But a lot of things changed today.
This could be one of them.
I usually don’t sleep with clothes on, but I didn’t want to drive Charlotte away. It is easier for her to sleep in my bed, knowing that I am partially clothed.
Easier to get her used to losing one article of clothing at a time.
I walk out and I am surprised to see her curled up in the center of the bed, looking at a book that Agatha forgot from one of her visits.
I sit down next to her and she doesn’t even look at me, just skimming through the book, “I wanted to read this one. The local library didn’t have it.”
I watch her form as she lays on her stomach, taking over the whole bed and I wonder when she became so comfortable in my bed, and when she started stealing my shirts to wear at night.
I glance at the bags in the corner. Some of them hold some very comfortable night dresses; comfortable and sexy. However, right now, as she lay on her stomach, the uncuffed sleeves of my button up shirt reaching past the edge of her fingers, she has never looked sexier.
But she is talking about herself right now, offering me an insight into what she likes. And that is more important to me.
“You like these kinds of books?” I ask.
“Hmm,” she hums as she jumps to the middle of the book. “It’s fantasy. Easier to lose yourself in a world that you know doesn’t exist. Plus, this writer is really good.”
“I’ll buy you the entire series.” She looks up at me, frowning.
“You know, every time I tell you that I like something, it isn’t an invitation for you to buy it for me.”
“But I want to,” I tell her with a cheeky grin. She closes the book with a snap.
“But I don’t want you to.”
I scoff, rolling her over to her side of the bed.
“That’s just a matter of opinion.”
“Yeah, mine!” She smacks my thigh with the book, scowling. I snatch the book away from her and put it on the nightstand.
“Come on, give me a kiss.”
“No.” She turns away, sulking.
“Just one,” I wheedle.
When she offers me stony silence, I can’t help but grin. Then, I switch to bribery.
“I’ll give you the book back.”
That gets her attention.
