Charlotte pulled the hands around her closer and tighter to her body the moment she felt the grip loosen. She doesn't want to let go of this moment, whatever it is, especially since she likes what she's feeling right now.
She wanted those hands around her more than anything else in the pub. More than the cup of alcohol she's holding. The heat it gives and the chills it gives her are new to her, like this is the first time she felt those two sensations combining on one occasion.
How is that possible? Charlotte is wondering too, but she can't deny that she loves them.
Engfa's behind her, Charlotte is sure it is Engfa Waraha. Unaware of how she's sure about it, Charlotte doesn't mind, because she is delighted by the fact that the superstar is there, at the same place as her.
Charlotte observes the hands around her. Engfa's hands are soft, but you can see the veins, and her shoulders are lean. Charlotte can see it despite the fact that the owner of it is hiding in sight.
It is not bulky or too muscled, but you can still feel the hardness it gives the second it grabs your hands, your waist, your hips, or even your entire body.
Charlotte is feeling the perception Engfa gives away.
This is what it feels like to be grabbed and hugged by Engfa Waraha. How lucky Charlotte is!
"You drink too much, you should go home." Engfa whispered to her ear again, and for the second time, the breath that came from Engfa's mouth that went to Charlotte's ears is making her knees wiggle for an unknown reason.
Charlotte really is drunk, she believes she is because what else is the reason her body and mind are acting like that?
"The night is young, P'fa, let's dance." Charlotte finally got the courage to face Engfa, not minding that the older girl wanted her to go home.
Engfa looked at her worriedly, she was still holding Charlotte's hips, almost like she wanted an embrace. Engfa's clearly not here for dancing, she is actually preventing Charlotte from moving her hips and dancing.
The music played a sexy and sultry song, and Charlotte's body filled with alcohol was dying to sway her hips with the music.
Charlotte has a strong will, so she dances gracefully and seductively.
She freed her hands and made its way to Engfa's neck. One arm is placed on Engfa's shoulder, that hand is holding the alcohol she finally stopped drinking, and the other hand is holding the long and slender neck of the senior actress.
She saw how Engfa's eyes changed, from worriedly looking to purely amusement, just like what she does when she's acting on TV.
Engfa's eyes were now looking at her like she was some good entertainment.
Charlotte is bolder when she's drunk, and she might regret this when she is finally sober, but at this moment, she doesn't care.
"Dance with me, p'fa." Charlotte pulled Engfa closer and whispered those words, the space between them is almost nonexistent. The music gets slower and slower, but Charlotte's heartbeats are loud, as if they're matching the emotions she's giving to someone she's dancing with.
They are so close, their body and faces are almost exchanging, people might think they are kissing.
Engfa blinked out of surprise, another sight for Charlotte. She just saw another emotion and expression from Engfa that she can only see on screen.
Engfa also gulped at Charlotte's sudden movement. Charlotte can see all those details for some reason.
Or deep inside, she's actually waiting for that response.
And for no reason at all, Charlotte smirked, she is definitely loving the idea that she's affecting the great Engfa Waraha.
It gives her an invisible confidence.
After dancing for some time, feeling Engfa's hands around her, constant eye contact, and those smiles they were exchanging.
Of course those moments were paused.
Charlotte felt a tug in her head and suddenly Engfa Waraha's baseball cup is now hiding Charlotte's head, she also saw flashes of light from somewhere near them.
Camera. They are photographing them.
What is happening? Suddenly, all the liquid Charlotte drank that night is making her dizzy and confused.
"Come on, Charlotte, I'll bring you home." Engfa holds one of Charlotte's hands and grabs her out of the RainbowG. pub, and as much as Charlotte wants to say that she's with her friends, she can't find the will to say it, so she just lets Engfa gently push her to the passenger seat of a car that is sweet-scented, like pastry.
Charlotte remembered this car, it's Engfa's private vehicle that smelled like a freshly baked breads.
This car is making Charlotte hungry for cinnamon rolls. She loves to buy one if only she had the energy to want one.
"Your seatbelt, please?." Engfa pleaded and started the car and maneuvered it.
Engfa and Charlotte made their way out of the place and forgot the fact that Charlotte's Audi car was there, and her friends were waiting for her to drive them home.
Charlotte is thinking, why does it feel like Engfa's rushing things? as if she doesn't want to get caught.
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on a ride | englot
Fanfiction"Girls Love has become well-known in the entertainment industry. It is time I finally take the representation on screen and make one with me," Engfa is an award-winning singer, dancer, model, and actress. She prides herself as a member of the LGBTQ+...
