Charlotte pressed her hand to her head, Harry was lying beside her and his scent…she was like a bloodhound. She would chase him down like a bitch in heat.
Because she was.
She saw the shell he was after Sabrina left the night before, but he clung to her in the midst of it all. Charlotte did not mind being his second because she wanted him so much it hurt, it literally hurt. When she was away from him she often cried–she ached for him so much it brought tears to her eyes.
When he left her the first time before he came back to her now, she was stronger but this time he could not leave her. She could not allow him to leave her again, because she did not know if she would be able to put herself back together again. On the outside she knew she looked so pulled together, but it was all smoke and mirrors.
She was a vapor, but it was his scent aphrodisiacal in its natural form that slipped through the air and into her. Biting her lip, she ran her hand along his skin, its warmth like fire she was not afraid to play with. He stirred slightly, but she did not want to wake him up. She loved the moments before he was awake when she could study him…for the moments when she was not with him so she could remember a random blemish or hair to savor.
That night before Sabrina came, they had been having a particularly randy evening. When they left the bar where they had been the entire evening drinking like they were fucking, he pulled her to the cement staircase they had climbed up and pushed her to the graffiti smeared wall letting her lipstick smear across his mouth and throat. She had just applied another coat mindlessly—like she did not know. Like she was not trying to mark him as hers.
It was dark and Charlotte’s leg lifted like she was a dancer in the dark. She saw their shadows large as they fucked, and she clung to him because she was in a precarious position and because she wanted him so much.
She did not want to let go of him, she was not sure he was good for her mental health…but she could not let go.
More Wicked Wednesday here, and more Friday Flash here. If you want to read more about Charlotte you can find her as part of my Masturbation Monday series here.
wow – she is obsessed – certainly could mess with her mental health x
my charlotte, well she is going thru a lot
She definitely wants him a lot!
Rebel xox
yes, she definitely wants him!
Beautifully crafted. Tension and sex, longing and lust, spendidly entwined. ‘Drinking like they were fucking.’ is a great line. As is ‘dancer in the dark’.
thank you, that means a lot coming from you!!!
Oh, this was intense and hot–with a creepy, stalker-ish vibe. Another great story! 😉
thanks so much Ria❣️❣️❣️