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She and Charlie were on the same page. They liked each other, and nothing else mattered.
Violet was going to enjoy this.
Charlie’s scent surrounded her, all earth and wood, and it seared into her memory. She was reaching up to him on tip toes, to press her lips to his fully. Something in her released. Violet finally knew exactly what his lips felt like, and she knew how perfect it felt.
But that didn’t compare to when Charlie’s hands went to the small of her back, pulling her to him as if she weighed nothing. His body being pressed against her heated her down to her core, waking up parts of her that had long since been asleep. She felt like she would float away if he stopped now.
Charlie kissed like it was his last chance to, like she was going to change her mind any moment. But being kissed chased away any fears or doubts. All she could focus on was him.
Violet was direly out of practice, and yet the most empowered she had ever been. She wanted closer, impossibly closer, so she settled for swiping her tongue across his lip, unable to stop herself.
He instantly let her in, and she moaned at the taste of him. He pushed her against the sink to get her closer. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but she was too busy memorizing how Charlie felt against her to care.
His hands were roaming, and she regretted the fact there were any layers between them. Her body was alight in a way it hadn’t been in a long time, and she wanted him. Desperately.
Violet hooked her leg around his ass, pushing her dress dangerously high, exposing her in ways she probably should have cared about.
“Wait," Charlie said, pulling away from her. Violet instantly stopped, wondering if she had gone too far.
Charlie looked wrecked. His hair was a mess, his eyes were blown wide, and his lips were smudged with the little bit of lip gloss she had on.
It was the hottest he had ever looked, but he had told her to stop. So, she gazed at him questioningly.
“This is the wrong place for this.”
“What?” Violet asked. “No one’s here.”
His eyes slid her hers, and she had to stop herself from leaning in again. “I want to do everything with you, but not here.”
Violet shivered. “Then where?”
“My bed. Yours. At home. Somewhere we can take our time.”
Violet’s desire grew.
“Let’s go home.”
“Violet," Charlie said. Her name sounded like a promise, like a desire she had never known. “I want to make sure you want this. That you don’t feel like you owe me for defending you.”
“I want this. I’ve been thinking about it ever since last night. I can’t stop. And you’ve been thinking about it too.”
Charlie leaned in again, and Violet thought he might press his lips to hers again, but his forehead touched hers, their breaths intermingled for a moment. “I have.”
“I want to go home," Violet said. “I want to do this. We’re both on the same page, right?”
Charlie nodded. He painfully pulled away from her, and her brain cleared enough for her to notice how they both looked.
The last thing she needed was to look sex crazed in front of all her friends. If Liv saw her, she would have known what had happened in an instant.
Violet pulled her dress down, flattened her hair, and then turned to Charlie. She blushed when she saw her own lipstick on his mouth and brushed it off. It shouldn’t have been intimate, but it was. Just stepping close to him was enough to bring back the heat she had felt a few moments ago.
And Charlie returned the gaze. If she sat in it too long, she knew she wouldn’t be able to leave the bathroom. So, once they looked like they hadn’t nearly had sex, she opened the door.
Violet pulled him by the arm, and she walked along the perimeter of Micah’s apartment to get out. She saw Liv out of the corner of her eye talking to Lewis and thanked her lucky stars her friend didn’t notice her.
Violet pulled Charlie out of the party. He was pliant with her, and she hoped whatever he had been feeling for her still burned bright.
When they were in his car, she pulled out her phone to tell Liv she was leaving.
