𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

~𝚈/𝙽~

I roll to the other side of the bed. I fell asleep only one hour ago and am now woken up again. Who the fuck knocks on my door at fucking 12 a.m.? Who ever it is I will kill him. My thoughts have kept me awake for so long and now, after I finally found rest, I get woken up again. I mean my mind plays the scene with Charles up and down and I literally can't stay calm anymore. I wanted to kiss him today, let him touch me and also way more. I mean I fell in love with him as I was five. As well as the fact that I followed his entire journey, be it on Instagram or in reality. I am so freaking in love with Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc that I can't get him out of my mind.

I roll over to the edge of my bed as the knocking doesn't stop. Ok, it only were five knocks until now but that are definitely four too much. I nearly fall to the ground as I try to stand up. I am not the person to get up now, especially not after such an active day. As I finally find the will to go and open the door I get an invisible punch in the face. My brain is instantly wide awake as I see Charles standing in front of my door. He has his hand still in the air to continue knocking as I open the door. Our eyes meet and his green instantly bores into my blue.

My confusion is written all over my face, "Charles? What the hell are you doing here?" But my question stays unanswered. He just storms towards me, grabs my face and presses his lips against mine. I let out a surprised yelp, not expecting this. I mean I am thinking about him since I am five years old. The imaginations about sex with him came after 17 years old me saw him again in a Formula race car. And now this yacht holiday... where he is running around only in swimming trunks. I mean I still remember my minds reaction as I saw one of his ice bathing videos, which ended in him sleeping on my shoulder.

Today, as he dipped his thumb into my shorts, I wanted him to kiss me and was definitely ready to let my imagination come true. But thanks to Carlos it didn't happen. To be honest I am really thankful for Carlos because I would love to keep Charles alive. I mean Max told me about his little talk with the brown haired boy. My best friend isn't really hard to crack. I just asked him what he was talking about with Charles, because latter one had a disturbed look on his face as I appeared, and Max instantly started bubbling. I think he has a big soft spot for me, which is absolutely sweet. We both love each other... as platonic soulmates.

I get interrupted in my thoughts as I hear my door click silently into its lock. Charles kicked the door shut but so quietly that it's nearly inaudible. There must be a deep resting fear in him when it comes to Lew and Maxie. I get a little smile on my face, my little guardians. Charles hands wander from my shoulders over my sides before resting on my back. That gives him the opportunity to pull me even closer and I grab his face in return. God, how long I have been waiting to give him a proper kiss.

I mean the kiss at the concert and the little one in his bathroom weren't as passionate and wild as the one right now. I let out a soft gasp as he grabs a hand full of my ass before he lifts me easily off the ground. Charles is fast and a bit rough but that makes it even more passionate. He uses my surprised gasp as opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and start a little fight. Our tongues meet and a trail of goosebumps erupts over my legs. It never felt so good before, which is crazy.

He starts walking, without neither of us seeing which direction we go. As we reach the couch he sits down, placing me in his lap. Suddenly Charles stops our kiss and looks up at me. I give him a little smile, which he returns. I breathe in this special moment. Our foreheads resting against each other and a warm breeze comes through my open windows. I place my arms around his neck while he slings his around my back. I could stay like this forever, his tangerine pepper scent hitting my nose. God, how I love his warmth and smell.

I can't stop smiling and close my eyes, just like Charles, to memorise everything. It looks a bit like a film scene. One of those romantic spicy scenes, like in the first Top Gun Film. God, this really looks like it. The moon shining through my white curtains while the warm Italian breeze plays a bit with my hair. Me in my short green pyjama shorts and my white top. I start playing with Charles hair while he starts peppering soft little kisses on my lips. I just can't stop smiling. Suddenly he stops and puffs out a little laughter before resting his forehead against my shoulder.