fast lane - c.leclerc

chapter nine

CHARLES

CHARLES WOKE UP to the sound of another heartbeat than his own. His eyes fluttered to find a beautiful girl curled up on his chest. Lauren Evans sleeping peacefully next to him was something he still couldn't comprehend. Of course, it didn't mean anything, but still, he couldn't recall the last time he'd slept so well.

He tentatively extended his fingers towards her face. The uncontrollable urge to brush her hair back into its place overcame him. He scanned her face. Her pale skin was freckled slightly. Her eyebrows were full, yet perfectly shaped. Her eyelashes were dark and curled upwards. Her nose was on the bigger side, but in a way that it still fit her face flawlessly. Charles always found it adorable how she'd point it in the air whenever she was angry or tried to make a statement. It was her cute way of trying to be intimidating. What drove him the craziest, had to be her lips. They were so full and always ready to produce an insult.

'Leclerc, could you tone down the creepy serial killer stare a notch? I feel violated,' she murmured sleepily. Her voice was low and hoarse as she nuzzled her face into his chest. Charles swallowed loudly. She was right. They'd spent the evening making out like horny teens and here he was, analysing her facial features as if she was some abstract painting. He had to get away from her, that was for sure.

'I understand that you want to enjoy my perfect chest all day, but I have a race today,' Lauren groaned, rolling off his chest. She rubbed her eyes, watching him climb off her bed. It was quite a funny view. Charles felt and looked like a girl running away from a one-night stand. He was hurrying around her room, gathering his stuff as if she had the plague.

'Why are you in such a rush? It's not like your starting position will get any better if you leave earlier,' Lauren ridiculed. He rolled his eyes at her.

'Stop bringing my starting position into it. Qualifying was rough, okay? Don't be mean to me I haven't had breakfast yet. I need carbs before I can tolerate you,'

'I have an excellent breakfast suggestion for you, Leclerc,' said Lauren, batting her eyelashes fake seductively. Charles knew she was most likely messing with him, but he still caught her bait.

'Is that so?' Lauren watched him drop his shoe, making his way back to her.

She gestured for him to come closer. Charles obeyed. He lowered his head to Lauren's level. Her lips had a morning plump, making them even more appealing to the Monegasque.

'There are chocolate chip cookies in that drawer over there,' she whispered, pointing to the nightstand table before bursting into a fit of laughter at Charles' expression. He looked very annoyed with her. He didn't pull back though.

'Yeah? Screw you and your cookies,' he said, kissing her hungry and hard afterwards. His tongue felt acquainted with Lauren's mouth. She wanted to deepen the kiss, but Charles pulled back. 

'Leclerc,' she groaned. 

'Well, this sure was fun. I have business I need to tend to now,' Charles announced. He tapped her nose with his finger, earning a toothy smile from the girl.

'Did you just boop my nose?' she asked in disbelief.

'Shut up,' 

Silence overcame the two of them. They both knew Charles had to leave. Lauren kissed his cheek a final time.

'Good luck, Leclerc,' 

'Good luck, Evans,' 

Charles put on his shoes again and left the room, but not before glancing at Lauren one more time. The warning bells in his head started getting increasingly louder. She'd been back in his life for a little over two weeks. They were only now getting friendlier with each other. Were they even? Sure, they cuddled among some other stuff, but they still argued. Lauren probably didn't even like him beyond his physical advantages. One thing was sure, he desperately needed to clear his head.