How much do you wanna risk, Anna Maria Benett?
I would be risking way too much, Charles. Like for example to be used and killed by a stranger then dumped somewhere along the road.
Sweet Anna Maria, I stoped being a stranger the moment you found out...
I'm not asking to come in, just text me the adress and meet me outside the building, pretty please.
It's past midnight, Charles.
Exactly, which means the night is still young. ;)
**end of the messages**
It may be the dumbest idea I had, but I have an enormous desire to see him again, so I texted him the adress and searched for something to wear.
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Half an hour later my heart skipped a beat when my eyes met his...
Charles freaking Knight, leaning against a white Audi A8 with his hands in his pockets and a devilish smirk on his face which was more than enough to paralyze me.
How on earth can someone dressed in such causal clothes still manage to look so smoking hot?!
He's wearing a black leather jacket and a half-unbuttoned white shirt, perfectly tucked in his skinny jeans.
My raging hormones are urging me to jump his bones right here and before I even had time to stop thinking like a horny freak and just say hi, Charles crossed the streat and was standing now right in front of me.
He pinned my body against the wall, brushed the hair from my face and pressed his lips on mine.
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The kiss lasted only for a few seconds, but still long enough to send me on cloud nine.
