When she came out of her room, wearing her favorite purple dress with a unicorn on the front and silver sparkly shoes she looked amazing. She was happy and carefree and perfect.
“I’m just going to duck home and change,” Mrs. Neal said, setting the wooden spoon down on the sink. “Can you please keep your eye on the food? Everything should be okay until I’m back though.”
“It’s fine. Take your time.”
Mrs. Neal was barely out the door when my phone buzzed again.
Charlotte:Can you come outside?
Luke:Outside?
Charlotte:Open the door Luke and sneak out
She intrigued me. One thing I’d learned about Charlotte was, she was a lot of fun. She played twister, had dance contests, and wasn’t afraid to try something new. Like last weekend's attempt at rollerblading in the park.
Not wanting to keep her waiting, I glanced over my shoulder to where Isla was sitting writing in her notebook murmuring to herself before I slipped out the door.
The moment I was in the hallway Charlotte pushed into me pinning me against the wall. I went to say hi, but her kiss swallowed my words. When her tongue tangled with mine, I grabbed her by the ass and hauled her against me.
By the time we came up for air, we were both panting heavily, my heart was pounding and my cock standing to attention begging for relief.
With my forehead resting against hers, I looked into her lust-filled eyes and knew she was right there with me. “That’s one way to say hello,” I told her.
“I didn’t want to be boring.”
“No one would ever accuse you of that.”
“You coming inside?”
“Yeah. I just needed that before we have to be on our best behavior.”
I knew what she meant. We were still in that honeymoon stage which basically meant we wanted to jump each other’s bones at any opportunity. Our big problem was opportunities were limited.
“You’re staying tonight, right?” I realized we hadn’t discussed it, I’d just assumed.
Instead of answering, Charlotte bent down giving me a glance straight down the front of her dress to the white lacy bra restraining her heaving tits and kicked at the black bag at her feet.
“What’s that?” I asked dumbly.
Charlotte looked up at me with wide, mischievous eyes before announcing with a shrug, “my overnight bag.”
Digging my hands into her hair, I kissed her quickly. “Fuck I love you,” I blurted out before kissing her again, this time making it count.
When I pulled back, Charlotte looked stunned. “Did you just say …”
“That I love you? Yeah, I did. And yeah, I do. I was going to tell you tonight, not like this obviously. I mean I had a grand plan …”
“I don’t need a grand plan, Luke. I just need the truth.”
“You might not need it, but you deserve all the romance and grand gestures I can come up with.”
Charlotte’s eyes were filled with tears, and I started panicking. This was supposed to be a happy moment, something that made her smile. The last thing I ever wanted was to be the one responsible for making her cry. “I don’t deserve you. And I don’t deserve grand gestures.”
“Well get used to them, sweetheart,” I started, brushing away an escaped tear from her cheek with my thumb, only for her to tilt her head into my hand. “You better start planning a future filled with grand gestures, romance, and anything else I can think of that might make you smile.”
“You’re a really great guy, Luke Steele.”
“I know.” I shrugged.
