Opening my eyes this morning feels surreal. Laid in Charles room which is actually feeling super homely right now with the newly painted walls and rug, sun breaking through the gaps of the slatted blinds onto my face as his arms are wrapped around me.
Then soft kisses on the back of my neck.
"Good morning baby." His raspy sleepy voice, continuing to kiss along the back of my neck down onto my shoulder.
I roll over so we're face to face and immediately start to kiss him, he's fucking gorgeous.
"Good morning Charl."
I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get used to this, It's almost like nothing has changed, we already had this amazing relationship but at the same time, everything has changed. I'm almost melting just over him calling me baby.
Hiding away in this apartment with him forever isn't an option, as much as I'd love nothing more than that. I need to contact whoever this guy is that left the note and find out what's to come of my house and what's been written in my Dads will. I'm shocked he even has a will, he wasn't ill or expecting this to happen and he also wasn't remotely organised, he lived in the moment.
I keep replaying our last conversation over and over in my head just holding onto the sound of his voice. "I've ate so much meat over here darling, everything is huge or barbecued, you'd love it here." The most random conversation about his time so far in Austin but I smile thinking about it, thinking about how happy he sounded on the other end of the line.
Time to bite the bullet and make the call.
"I'll give you some privacy to make the call Mon Amour."
"No, please stay."
The call was brief, less than two minutes on the phone in total - speaking with a Mr Elliot Parsons who I'd arranged to meet back at my house later today. I wasn't sure what to expect from the call but nothing could be discussed over the phone, I was only told that for proceedings to be able to progress we need to meet as soon as possible at my home address.
He said as soon as possible, then requested to meet at 6pm. It's only 10am right now so I wouldn't say that's exactly 'as soon as possible' - 6pm feels like an eternity away.
I lay back down on the bed just staring at the ceiling waiting for time to pass, steam beginning to fill the bedroom from Charles en suite - id completely zoned out and hadn't even realised he'd got out of bed to go shower.
The door is wide open and I simply cannot stop staring, he faces the wall as the water rushes down his body, his arms raised up feeding his fingers through his hair as he washes it, every movement from him lifting his arms all I can focus on is his back muscles flexing, my god.
He turns round in the shower now facing me and catches me, mouth open - staring. Smirks and winks at me, he KNOWS he looks good, even though he looks like he's almost having some sort of stroke when he winks but I'm not looking at his face anymore that's for sure.
"Come here."
I almost fall out the bed scrambling to his request, rushing into the bathroom. He grabs my waist and pulls me into the shower with him, my pyjama shorts and t shirt still on. I can't say a word.
His hands start working their way down my body, tickling and teasing the waistband before he pushes down into my shorts, his fingers make my whole body tingle as he begins to rub.
"Do you like that baby".
He puts his hand across my face covering my mouth before I can even answer, moaning into his hand, my legs going weak underneath me.
"Oh you want me to stop" he teases me as I can't answer all I can do is shake my head while his hands still across my mouth holding back my moans. He lightly laughs and groans in my ear knowing how much he's in control right now and how much I'm enjoying this.
We both jump in complete shock as knocking and banging can be heard on Charles bedroom door, who is in the house and banging on the bedroom door?!
Luckily we have the bedroom door locked as the bathroom door is completely open, I look at him with total concern as to how someone is in the house and knocking on the door, he just looks completely white. My whole body left disappointed, only wanting more of Charles.
"Charles open the door please I want to talk."
Fuck. It's Charlotte.
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FanfictionThey were drivers, they were best friends. No one was expecting lockdown to happen in 2020, and Lilly and Charles certainly weren't expecting for their story to turn out like this.
