Neighbours, Friends, Lovers

17. Stay over tonight?

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▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Charles Pov ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀

I'm kinda sweating now.
I walk away from the dancing floor where Charlotte is dancing with the guys and Thomas is too close to her for me...
"What's happening between you and Charlotte?" Riccardo asks listing his right eyebrows while he's sipping his orange juice to be faithful to his baby mama.
"Did you noticed it?" I ask sitting between them two.
"Yes" Marta with a big smile.

Fuck.

"Is it that clear?" I ask groaning.
"No don't worry. It's just you two got too friendly." he says patting me and giving me that reassuring look.
"I don't know what to do."I say running my fingers through my hair such in a desperate way.
"She stayed over at mine few days ago and no nothing happened but I liked it too much. Falling asleep with her in my arms and waking up with her hugging me.." I confess to my best friend not really caring that Marta is listening.
"I get that, you two should hang out more, just you too even if it's hard for you and your busy schedule." he suggest getting closer to me.
My eyes travel on her body and my mind it's keep  reminding me how amazing would be fall asleep in her arms after a night out like this and not wake up all alone tomorrow morning.

"I'm trying, I always go to her when I can but before I or her make something happen... I have an issue." I finally let it out and I see Marta putting her glass down furrowing her forehead.
"What?" she asks curiously.
"You meant who? It's Thomas. He kinda likes Charlotte." I confess and Riccardo kinda chokes with the orange juice.

"What?" he asks shooting his eyebrows to the ceiling.
"But she doesn't right?" he asks.
"No. She sees him just as a friend." I say even if I'm kinda sure that she's honest because if she liked him they could have been together by now.

"Then you should give him a heads up and then let it happen." Riccardo suggests and Marta nods.
"Should I ask her to stay over even tonight?" I ask Riccardo and Marta looks at me in a wrong way.
"Don't get me wrong, nothing will happen." I reassure her.
"Does she have class tomorrow?" Riccardo asks.
I shake my head.
"Then invite her over telling her that you two can go for a run together in the early morning." he suggests smiling at me.

꧁ Charlotte's Pov ꧂

I see him talking to Marta and Riccardo but he doesn't takes his eyes away from me.
When Thomas gets to close I see his jaw clench a bit so I'm not gonna lie, I do that even on purpose just to move something in him.

I put it clear in my mind, if something will happen I'll let it happen but now I really need to understand him and what am I for him.
Am I just a friend or he feels something more for me?

His eyes tell me something differ from what we're now.
His eyes roam all ove my body and by the way he looks me, I feel hot and sexy.

I wish I could drag him back here and dance a bit little too closer to him but I don't want to be the one that did the first step. I need him to be the one that steps in. I'm too scared to ruin a friendship over some not reciprocated feelings.

I dance and then for the other half of the night I sit next to Marta and talk about the future baby.

"Marta I'm going a bit crazy." I confess a bit pushed by the alcohol.
I love Marta but she is Riccardo's girlfriend that is Charles best friend and I don't want that she let out to him someth that I told her.
"I know." she says with a smirk on her lips.
She looks hot I think the pregnancy made her even more flawless.
"What?" I ask wiring my eyes.
"Something is happening between you and Charles." she says and my mouth opens with disbelief.
"How do you know?!" I asks shocked, then my mind thinks and my mouth closes immediately tensing every muscle of my body.
"Did he said something?!" I ask getting close to her hoping she would say yes.
"No, it's kinda obvious by the way you two look at each other." she says and I roll my eyes.
I hate being this predictable.
"I-" I try to say but she shuts me up with a dead stare and I have no time to ask her why that I feel a presence right over my shoulders and then I feel a hand on my hip.