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A little storm builds up in my lower belly.
Most girls would run if a guy would ever look at them that way. They would thrash, do everything in their power to remain free, but not me.
I stay pinned.
Three
Troy
She doesn’t want to go to bed early, she wants to stay up with me and I’m struggling to hide how bad I’m grinning. I want to spend every minute of the day with her and we don’t even have to do anything. I’m happy just being close, staring at her, listening to her and my fists clench in my pockets for the fiftieth time.
But I can’t just jump all over her.
Charlotte isn’t used to guys like me, she’s used to irritating goody-two-shoes and I don’t have a single good bone in my body. If she asks me to though, I’ll crack every single one of those bones in case she decides they’re far too rotten.
I want to be enough for her, want to be the kind of guy she can look up to and feel safe around.
Robbie’s that guy.
Bile rises in my throat and I grind my jaw, swallowing it while outwardly pretending that everything’s fine. But everything is not fine.
I hate that he has been living with her, sleeping in the room next door, had breakfast with her, watched movies on the couch with her and now I’m tempted to track down Robbie and snap his neck.
Unaware of my sick thoughts, Charlotte dances around and she has taken her hair down. It swings around like a black sail, and black sails always represent a warning, a warning to tread carefully. I swallow, wondering if she can see how ruthlessly I want her.
Flashing me a smile, she grabs a map and spreads it over the kitchen table then leans over, and my eyes immediately go to her sculpted gym ass. Glancing over her shoulder, she catches me staring but I don’t look away.
I purposefully keep my eyes on her. She might as well know that I want her. Charlotte’s cheeks turns red, but she doesn’t act offended. Instead she just points at the map.
“Come closer,” she murmurs and her eyes go glassy, “I want to show you all the cool places.”
That’s nice of her. Stalking over to her, I rasp, “Are you always this welcoming?”
Please, fucking say you’re like this only for me.
Her eyes dart and she lowers her gaze. “You’re Robbie’s cousin. Of course, I’m going to be nice to you.”
That’s not the answer I was looking for and I’m in a bad mood when I sit down at the table. The only thing that mildens my temple is that Charlotte is right beside me, leaning over and the ends of her hair brush against my arm. It makes me shiver and my eyes turn hooded when Charlotte licks her lips.
“See, this park over here,” she murmurs, pointing at a spot on the map, “they do outdoor movie nights during summer, and it’s a great place for weekend picnics.”
I raise my brows. It’s carved in stone, then. She’s going to have picnic there with me this weekend.
“And um...over here, you have a great couple of restaurants...,” she swallows, stumbling over her next words, “maybe we could go there some day?”
My heart skips a beat. “We’re definitely doing that.”
A smile flashes on her face and I catch the little shiver going through her. “As friends of course,” she adds, but I just calmly raise my brows.
We both know that’s not how this will go down. There’s too much chemistry between us. All she’s doing is attempting to pace us, but patience has never been my strong side.
Ruffled, she leaves my side, walking over to the freezer and opens it up. “I probably shouldn’t eat this late, but I always need a damn snack before I go to bed.” She takes out a pack of ice cream. “Do you want some?”
“Raided your fridge and cupboards earlier,” I say and she bursts into giggles. “I’m good.”
“You’re lucky Robbie’s not home,” Charlotte muses. “He throws a tantrum whenever I steal his food.”
Stingy fucker.
