Page 71 of The Last Time

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m just happy I’m here to help.” She takes a bite of pizza. “How exactly did it happen?”

“I, uh, tripped,” I answer vaguely.

“I figured that much. Where did you hit your head?”

“On the end table by the couch.”

She winces. “That doesn’t sound good. What did you trip over?”

I grunt. “A baby doll.”

She giggles over her pizza. “I’m sorry. It’s not funny,” she says but continues to laugh. “I just didn’t expect a baby doll to take a big man like you down.”

“Let’s never talk about this again.”

She just cracks up more, which makes Brie erupt into a fit of giggles. I start to laugh myself as I picture what I must’ve looked like getting taken down like that.

Charlotte now has tears running down her cheeks.

The laughing starts to make my head hurt. I grab my head and wince.

“What’s wrong?” Charlotte stops laughing immediately. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. I guess laughing doesn’t agree with my head right now.”

“Noted. From here on out, no laughing.”

After we finish our dinner, Charlotte insists on being the one to give Brie her bath. I sit on the toilet while she is on her knees washing Brie’s hair.

It’s surreal to watch the two of them doing such a mother/daughter thing together. Charlotte is so natural with Brie. I can almost picture this being a regular occurrence for us, which is terrifying.

When she’s done, Charlotte scoops her up and wraps her up in her pink unicorn towel, completely unaware or unaffected by the fact that she is getting wet.

She places her on the counter and grabs the brush that is sitting on a tray. She brushes Brie’s hair while the two of them laugh and talk. I don’t know that I can deny my feelings any longer to myself.

I’m in love with Charlotte.

I don’t know how she did it. I thought I had a steal cage around my heart. As scary as it is, it also feels good.

I feel lighter and happier these days. I’m just scared because that’s how you set yourself up to get hurt.

Chapter Twenty

Charlotte

“Didyoureallythinkthat I’d be able to come see you and just eat lunch?” he says in between my legs.

I’m too far gone to even register what the hell he is saying. All I know is that I’m seconds away from coming, and I’m seeing stars.

“I could eat this pussy every day of my life. It’s all I’ve been thinking about doing since last night.”

I register what he’s saying as I try to hold out longer.

“You. Just. Did. This. Last. Night,” I breathe out.

“I know. I missed it the second I was done.” He flicks his tongue roughly against my clit while he moans. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my mouth. I want to feel those juices leaking out onto my face.”

Shit. Those dirty words do me in, and I obey his command.

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