FORMULA LOVE

"I can't deny it anymore"

And before I knew it we was in his London apartment kissing passionately and slowly. We rushed out the door shouting goodbyes to my family 15 minutes ago.

He was walking me backwards, hands fixed upon my waist. He obviously had really bad coordination as he steered us right into a door. My back crashes against the wooden object and I groan out, leaving his lips. He quickly brings his back on to mine laughing at the weird moment that occurred.

We finally made it to his room and he sat himself on the bed with me on his lap facing him. His bedroom was quite darkly lit, dark walls and a single chandelier in the middle of the ceiling.

"Not what you expected from someone like me huh?" He says as he'd probably been watching me taking in the surroundings. I hummed in agreement and he then chuckled away to himself.

My hands find their way to his hair as I fixed eye contact with him. His green orbs stared into mine, like he was staring at my soul. I've always wondered what his hair felt like and now I could stop wondering - it was fluffy and smooth, very shiny and smelt amazing.

I soon grabs the back of his head tired of stalling, smacking his lips onto mine passionately. I really do want this. Whatever this night will bring I want this - with him.

My right hand slowly sank down to the waistline of his trousers and my fingers slipped in around his pelvis area, but not quite touching anything else.

"Sadie stop." He said and my heart fell to my stomach. I quickly got off of him and turned around, my eyes starting to blur - I'd been rejected. Did he not want me? I thought he did. Or did I make him uncomfortable? Oh shit!

"Sorry, I should erm- I should get going." I explained as I stood up and started walking out of his room towards the front door. "No Sadie wait!" I hear Leclerc call from behind me. I didn't even think to wait, I'd seen and heard enough.

Footsteps run along the floor behind me until my waist is caught and flipped in a 180. I'm again face to face with Charles, I tried my hardest not to look at him. I was already humiliated enough.

He then did something unexpected- he placed his forehead onto mine. Sighing to himself while holding me in his arms. "Promise me this isn't out of pity."

"No! No it's not Charles!" I say bewildered, why would he think such a thing?

"Then why? In my eyes you probably only want to do this because you want to repay me. And I don't work like that. At.All." He tells me becoming upset and taking his hands from me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and shake my head rigorously, "No I want to do this because I've always felt something for you. No matter wether you've been a prick to me or not. And today really put things in to perspective for me. I really, really like you Charles. I can't deny it anymore."

His smile begins to grow wide on his face and he starts to stroke mine with his thumb. In that moment nothing else in the world mattered, it was just me and him. Yes he really did help me with Owen but he showed me how much he cared and changed.

People can change.

He places his hands back on my torso and again re-applying his lips to mine. It was like he was sucking my soul out of me and I honestly didn't care.

Picking me up and getting me to wrap my legs around his waist, he took me back to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and hovered above staring admiringly down at me. I'd never noticed his little freckles scattered on his face or his dimple on the left of his cheek. He was totally and utterly gorgeous.

And I was going to spend the night with this man.

Lucky me!