Honestly, I wasn’t even sure I was ever going to want sex in any capacity again until last night. I tried damn hard to ignore what was going on down the hall, but it was impossible. I ended up taking care of myself in the shower this morning just to take the edge off. I felt maybe a little guilty considering this was Max’s date, but it was surprisingly nice. I haven’t let myself do anything like that since Mara. I guess maybe taking care of myself can be okay, but I don’t deserve Charlie, and I don’t give a shit what Andy wants.
I can’t help but notice that things got quiet and awkward after I came into the kitchen. Sure, I don’t like to talk much in the mornings, but I don’t think I’m that bad. I hope Charlie doesn’t think that I was judging her for maybe going on a date withAndy too. She’s a grown ass, beautiful woman and she can do whatever she wants. Plus, she could do worse than these two dumbasses. At the very least I wouldn’t need to worry about her as much if she was with them. Heaven forbid she decides to spend some time in town and she runs into that weird Chuck guy again.
If I were him, I would leave town after the beating we gave him last night. No serious injuries, but he should be good and scared now. The more I think about it though, the more my gut tells me that’s not the last we’ll see of him. Charlie’s safer hanging out with us than being on her own.
For all their sakes, I hope this works out. The best thing I can do to make that happen is to not be part of it. I will ruin it. It’s just who I am.
Charlie finishes her pancakes and gets up, walking over to me. I didn’t realize she was only wearing a T-shirt and can’t help my gaze from lingering on her legs. Long and toned. My weakness really. Most men can be differentiated between being an ass or boobs guy. But me, I am all about the legs.
“Thanks for pulling Chuck off me last night,” Charlie murmurs in my ear before giving me a shy smile. I smile back and she gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading upstairs to get changed.
I feel my face heat but try and ignore it as I gulp the rest of my coffee. When I put my cup down, I notice Andy and Max staring at me.
“What?” I ask gruffly.
“Dude, you’re so into her too!” Andy whisper shouts.
“Shut the fuck up Andy,” I respond. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It totally does,” Max adds in.
“I’m not entertaining your poly nonsense, and you know why.”
“I think you just need to get to know her a little better,” Max says.
“Don’t get me wrong guys. She seems great. I just ... can’t.”
Andy lets out an exasperated sigh. “Okay I will drop it for now.But you better get used to her being around because I am pretty sure that Max is in love.”
Max snorts. “I’m in love? You’re the fool up at 7 in the morning making pancakes for a girl thatIslept with.”
Andy laughs. “Well, I didn’t feel like taking her to the emergency room for our first date when you inevitably gave her food poisoning from your shitty cooking!”
Max rolls his eyes, and I chuckle. I can cook, but Andy is better. Max on the other hand is strictly in charge of our takeout evenings. The man manages multiple businesses but somehow burns boiling water.
I finish up my pancakes while Max and Andy bicker over who Charlie likes better and the logistics of this hypothetical open relationship that neither of them have bothered talking to her about yet. Based on the noise last night, I get the feeling that she’ll probably be in to it. But what do I know?
Chapter 18
Charlie
When I got upstairs, I changed back into my dress. My tights were still a balled-up mess on the floor so rather than untangling them I thew them in my purse to deal with later.
Last night was ...
I don’t even know how to articulate how last night was. Max was so sweet. The low light thing was a stroke of genius. And 3 orgasms? Never. Never in my life. Sex has never been that good for me.
Don't get me wrong, I have always enjoyed it. I thought the sex Brad and I had was pretty good but now I know better. Brad was selfish. Brad didn’t make me feel good and he’s the main reason I don’t like having sex with the lights on.
You’re pretty, just not ‘lights on’ pretty.
I can’t believe I even let him say shit like that to me. I know I was lonely and desperate down in Van but fuck. Thinking about this shit in hindsight is embarrassing.
I’m better than that. I deserve better than that.
Not sure what I am going to do about Andy. I feel like I am walking into some sort of a trap. Who am I to come between friends? But Max also seems okay with it. Which makes me wonder if last night wasn’t as good for him as it was for me.
No that’s insane. He clearly enjoyed himself. There’s something that these boys aren’t telling me. Maybe it’s time totry some of that open communication stuff that I keep hearing is good for relationships.
