Page 196 of Charlie

"I thought you said we needed to eat first?" I tease, moaning as he nips at my ear.

"I did. And I mean it. We're not having another fuck fest until we have food in our stomachs. Kissing? Sure." He bites my nipple through my shirt, and I arch into him, my body thrumming. "Heavy petting? Yes, please," he continues, pushing me back on my elbows as he kisses his way down my stomach.

"So what are the rules?" I ask, breathing hard.

"No coming."

I open my legs wider as he presses a kiss between my legs, my clit begging for attention.

"Are you guys almost done?" Lach calls, a panicked ring to his voice.

"Rain check," Jack murmurs, pulling my underwear aside and sliding his tongue over my clit before straightening.

"You'll pay for that!" I hiss, hopping off the counter, grabbing my drink, and stomping outside.

I stop dead in my tracks when I see Cam. He looks like he's been trying to pull his hair out for the last thirty minutes – curls disheveled, eyes wild.

"Everything okay out here?" I ask, keeping my voice soft.

"Cam has had a poem knocking around in his head all day—" Lach begins, but Cam cuts him off.

"But now that I'm sitting down to write it, it won't come out." He looks rather desperate, and I have to bite my lip to keep from smiling. He's so goddamn cute.

"Can I hear what you have so far?" I ask, wincing when he drops his head into his hands.

"I'll read you what I have, but then I'm putting it away for tonight." He scrubs his hands over his face, unfolds a crumpled piece of paper, clears his throat, and begins reading.

My heart cannot contain

these deep-rooted feelings

that flood the banks

of what used to be stone,

then turned into mud,

and now into bone.

A skeleton forged

in the furnace of love,

strong enough to withstand

the harshest conditions,

yet soft enough to quake

with the touch of her hand,

and turn to dust

with the gentlest kiss.

Only to be made whole again

when those three words leave her lips.

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