Better than ever- Chacha

Morning After

Charli's Pov:

My head was pounding when I woke up.

The light pouring in through the floor to ceiling windows was excruciatingly bright.

I must have passed out in the uber on the way home because the last thing I remembered was getting into a car at the Sway house.

Who knows how I got onto Dixie's couch... I probably didn't even wanna know.

I had gotten absolutely shit-faced last night. It wasn't like me.

Well, it wasn't like happy me at least.

I had a lot weighing on my mind.

At the top of my list of worries was Chase.

I debated calling him, which I decided against before getting up to go shower.

Dixie was still fast asleep as I snuck into the bathroom and gently shut the door.

Over to the shower I went, turning the handle to the hottest setting.

I needed the hottest, steamiest shower possible to wash the sway house party off of me.

I turned around and stared myself in the mirror as I waited for the shower to heat up.

My mascara was smeared, my hair frizzy, and my eyes were puffy.

I took off my clothes and threw them into a pile on the floor, then slid open the glass shower door, stepping onto the wet tile.

I let the water run through my hair and down my back... after a night like last night, taking a shower never felt this good.

I closed my eyes and titled my head back, and in my mind flashed images of us together.

his hands gripping my lower back which I arched with pleasure as his soft lips connected with various areas around my neck, chest, inner thighs...

he held me so close to his naked body, he was inside me, and yet I wanted him closer.

Three knocks at the bathroom door interrupted my daydream.

"Char i'm coming in! I have to pee!" Dixie's voice sounded from the other side of the door.

So much for not waking her.

"Okayyy," I granted her permission.

She entered the bathroom with her left hand held to the side of her face, blocking her line of vision so she couldn't see me in the shower.

"You better not be using my shampoo." She grumbled. "It's really expensive. And hard to get."

"I will now!" I teased.

I could sense her glare even though neither of us were looking in each other's direction.

"I should probably tell you... Chase just showed up, I let him in and he's sitting in the living room waiting for you to get out of the shower."

I was silent.

"Oh, and I did you a favor and didn't tell him I saw you and Chris getting comfy last night." She snorted.

"Yeah. Thanks." She obviously found the situation funny, I guess that made one of us.

Was I supposed to tell Chase that I'd kissed Chris? I don't think I'd be able to. But if the secret came out later... and he heard It from someone else? That would be awful.

Regardless, the conversation I was about to have with my boyfriend was not going to be a fun one.

When Dixie had finally left the bathroom, after brushing her teeth and washing her face (which I did not tell her she could do while I was in the shower) I shut the water off and rapped a towel around myself.

I threw on my sweats and a t- shirt, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and quickly brushed my hair out.

Was I avoiding? Yes. But I could only keep him waiting for so long.

I walked out into the living room. Chase looked exhausted, he must not have slept well last night.

He looked up at me from where he was sitting. I could see in his eyes that he was mentally drained.

I couldn't tell him about Chris today, I just didn't want to. But I had too, it was only fair to him.

I told him I decide that I forgave him for the Cynthia situation.

I could just blame that one on Cynthia if I tried hard enough to convince myself.

I had to get away from Dixie's nosiness for the next conversation. I just knew she was listening from the kitchen.

"Can you walk with me?" I requested.

He nodded, stood up and put his arm around my shoulder as we walked out of the apartment.

We took the elevator up to the rooftop deck, where it was just the two of us.

I sat in one of the metal chairs, and he pulled one from another table and sat across from me.

How do I tell him this?

"Last night..."

"Last night.." he repeated.

He knew something was wrong. I could see him bracing himself for it.

"This is no excuse, but I was really upset at you, and also pretty drunk... I kissed Chris." I admitted.

He furrowed his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes at me as if he'd misheard.

I just sat there, my hands folded in my lap, feeling guilty.

"I don't even know what to say to you." He stated flatly.

I tried to take his hand, but he pulled it away. He looked devastated.

I felt so bad at this point that tears were welling up in my eyes.

"Say that we're gonna get past this." I sobbed. "Say that you know you can trust me, and you know that I had a really rough night. Please."

He couldn't look at me. He'd gotten past the shock, he was angry now.

"You know I would never-"

"But you did."

"I don't know how it happened. I'm sorry. I'm so, incredibly sorry. But I needed to tell you."

"Why the fuck would you do something like that, we're in a relationship."

I think that was the moment he realized he had, in fact, done the exact same thing with Nessa.

He sat forward with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. He sighed.

"Thank you for telling me."

"Where are we gonna go from here?" I questioned.

"I know what happened was... out of character for you." He replied. "And to be completely honest, even if I wanted to break up with you..."

He just shook his head, whatever he was going to say was difficult for him to get out.

"Go ahead, Chase say it." I prompted.

"You just make everything better." He shrugged. "You give me purpose, a reason to be the best version of me that I can. I don't want to lose that."

"You don't want to lose that or-"

"I don't want to lose you."