Page 108 of Charming Like Us
He kissed me.
“You kissed me back,” he says in a smile, as if that’d even be a doubt. “So we can officially say that we’re dating, right?”
I’m so fucking happy.
“Come on, dude,” he breathes, his eyes sparkling with the light that I feel illuminate inside me.
“Oh yeah, I’m dating the hell out of you.”
His heart thumps fast against my chest. I must glance down because he laughs, “You feel that?” His hand rises into my curls.
I nod. I can’t tell if Jack is scared or nervous or… “You regret—?”
“No,” he cuts me off quickly. “I’ve never wanted something this badly in my life, Oscar, and I’ve wanted a lot. I’ve gotten a lot. I just haven’t had you.”
I made a promise, and I’m a hundred-percent committed. Window wide open for him. “You have me now,” I murmur strongly, and we’re about to bring our lips together again when something sails at us—too late to see or catch.
A cold, wet liquid splashes my cheek.
Jack…Jack’s covered in strawberry milkshake. Pink liquid drenches his hair and drips down his temple, his jaw, stains his tie-dye tank and soaks the longboard at his feet.
I shield Highland, swiftly stepping out in front, keeping a protective hand on his chest. I’m not tensing up, not solidifying—too conditioned to stay alert in mayhem, to not freeze in shock. Butbodyguard instinct—where was that when he got hit with a fuckingmilkshake?How did I let that happen?
I drill a harsh glare at the crowd of cameramen, fans, hecklers, and just baffled people trying to order a fucking cheesesteak.
“Homewrecker!” a teenage girl, no older than thirteen, yells behind gathering tears. Her finger is pointed atJack.A Woody’s cup in her grip, remnants of strawberry milkshake drizzling out.
My head is whirling. My eyes are narrowing. Blood is boiling.
“Oliveira!” Farrow calls, pushing closer with Maximoff to help defend Jack.
No.Not good.As much as I love Farrow, he comes with paparazzi, and tactically, I need to get Highland out of here before another teenager chucks their milkshake at him.
“Redford!” I shout back and raise my arm high, then point down the street.
He understands, and he takes off with his family in the other direction. Paparazzi always trail after the most famous people in the room. In this case, on the street. And every cameraman races after Maximoff’s heels.
Leaving us with this.
“You’re a HOMEWRECKER!” the girl screams the word with every fiber of her being and shrieks a shrill decibel that twitches my face.
Her friend films on a cellphone, also in tears. “Oscar is with Charlie Cobalt! What are you doing with him?!”
The moment the milkshake girl’s hatred aimed solely on Jack, I figured out where their emotions stemmed from.
Oslie.
Oscar + Charlie.
The bane of my fucking love life. And their deep attachment to Charlie Cobalt is now coming at Jack’s expense.
Highland grabs his soaked longboard, and I catch his hand in mine.
“Let go of him!” the milkshake girl cries. “You’re hurting Oscar!”
I thought I was largely desensitized to emotional outbursts, but this one is kicking my frustrated ass intorageterritory. “I’mholding his hand,” I growl hotly. “Charlie is my client. We’re not together!”
“Stop lying!” she cries.
