Perfect Disaster-Charles Leclerc

thirty

His eyes burn on me throughout the evening and lead me to have another drink, until I get to the third which with what little I've eaten is the perfect balance, I wouldn't have fit into the dress otherwise and steph would have killed me

 "ok, I'd say that's enough" I look at the brown eyes of my two best friends who come to my rescue

 "one more glass bring some food" I raise my hands and let go of the glass to lewis and look for his green eyes in the crowd of people and I don't find them towards me, but towards a swaggering blonde who holds her hand on his arm and strokes it without ever stopping. 

"Time to go lewis?"

 My eyes don't pull away from that objectively super attractive girl, the charles type. I feel my heart burn when his hand touches hers and I look away to look at lewis, but curiosity gets the better of me, heart leaking again and again. He moves his hand from her arm and places it on her purse with a polite smile and looks in my direction and meets my glazed eyes, I hadn't even noticed the phone ringing and his worried face with the phone in his hand 

"have fun tonight with your blonde charles"

 I take lewis' arm and we walk towards the car going out the back, but his steps are bigger than ours and he steps in front of me 

"thanks lewis, I'll take care of her" I look at lewis as if to beg him to stay

 "sorry Ap, but you read it wrong this time" he winks at Charles and looks at him evilly

 "talk to me" I shake my head and cross my arms sullenly, he brings his warm hands to my cheeks and leaves a kiss on my nose which I curl immediately 

"no"

 "there's only you, how can you think that after kissing you I would look at someone else" "because you're an asshole and she's beautiful" I snort and look past him, I don't want to see his eyes as he agrees with me, he snorts as well and leans his lips to mine

 "you're beautiful, she looks beautiful. It's different." He whispers between our lips, not letting our bodies breathe

 "you're a dumb point guard, you should be a cheerleader" I roll my eyes and try to take a step back in vain, his grip is stronger than mine, he brings a hand to his hip 

"shall we go home?" I glare at him and shake my head

 "do I have to take you there by force?" 

"Home is in san francisco, not Abu Dhabi" he smiles and looks at me with his sweetest eyes

 "let's go to my hotel then, don't make me sleep away from you knowing you're angry" I lift my hands and bring them to his chest and put on my best irony

 "sorry if to the guy I wanted to kiss and I kissed, he was getting turned on by touching another one"

 he leans his forehead against mine, by now it's our thing, it's like looking into each other's eyes, it's like looking inside without talking 

"I'll tell you once: my body was aroused looking at you. you preferred Lewis to me, and that's okay, I know how you feel about the fact that you're a rookie in such a big league" 

"kiss me"

 I interrupt him and cancel that distance, I wanted to hear him speak, I swear, I always care what he says, but I need to feel him on me, I need to know it's true and I need to feel how much I, as much as I struggle, am his. He lifts me up and I cross my legs around his wais

t "Let's go home, this is your chance leclerc" I say between kisses. He pulls away from me slightly and looks at me, smiling

 "what?"