Neighbours, Friends, Lovers

29. lunch and deep talks

꧁ Charlotte's Pov ꧂

"What we should cook for lunch?" Charles asks and my heart it's caught unprepared and it stops for a sec.
"We?" I ask furrowing my forehead and showing a flattered smile that I cat hide.
"Oh cmon, don't play hard to get you don't have class remember?" he says with a grin on his lips while he puts a bag of salad inside of the cart that he's pushing.
"What if I had a date or something?" I tease him wanting to see he's reaction.
"I don't care, I come first of any other guy." he says giving me his shoulders.

He really does comes first of every other guy.
Oh fuck. Did I really thought that?

Inner Charlotte is playing games in my head.

I walk faster and stick to his side and I see him biting his lip trying to hide a flattered smile.
"I don't think so." I say.

Liar.

"Oh com'on, I know you since you had your diaper on. I know everything about you. I know every crush you had even the ones during elementary school. So I have a free pass." he says laying his ocean eyes on me while he's placing my favourite ice cream into the cart .
"For you." he says and I can't hide the most flattered smile I've ever had on my lips.
He remembers.
"You remember." I say not hiding my massive smile on my face.
"Of course I remember. This is our childhood." he says almost proud of it.
"It stills my favourite." I confess.
"Mine too. It's my favourite cheat meal." he says pushing the cart forward.

During the drive I ask him about this season and about the car.
His feelings seems to be good.
Let's hope in a really good year for him and the team.

"Hey if you want to go first to take a shower..."  he says placing the the shopping bags on the kitchen counter.
"Oh no you go first." I say taking out the little tomatoes we bought for the sauce.
"Alright then, I'll prepare you something to put on . You should leave some of your clothes here ." he says checking something on his phone.
"Yeah like boyfriend and girlfriend." I say rolling my eyes with a smile on my lips.
"Why not?" he says looking up at me and putting the phone away into his pants pocket.
"Charles are you drunk or something?" I ask really concerned about his sanity and the health of my poor heart that seems to be running crazy into my chest.
"Cha, Riccardo used to do it all the time. I still have his clothes from five years ago." he says with nonchalance.
"Yeah but I think it better if I borrow your expensive ones." I say trying to slowly change the subject.
"No problem, I told you that for you because I'll have you around here quite often." he says in a whisper after getting closer to my ear.
"Ha ha, like I don't have class." I roll my eyes agin.
"Who told you you can't come over after class?" he asked almost hurt by it.
"Charles you have to fly to Saudi tomorrow morning... what are you talking about?" I ask frustrated by his day dreams.
"Cha, I came here just for two days and with who I spend these two days?" he asks.
What? Why he is asking me this? Who he saw first?

"Me." I say in a whisper.
"Then you should think a bit about that..." he says with a hint of a smile and walk to the bathroom.

Wait.
My chest is frozen, my hands sweaty and my face is like catching fire.

What did he mean?
Did he mean that he came all the way here just to stay with me? Fuck is it me? Is it me that he came here for?
There is no way.

I try to keep my mind occupied while I prepare my questions while I cook the pasta and make the tomato sauce like Charles likes.

"I will take over." Charles says scaring me.
"You scared the hell out of me."
"Addirittura." he says mocking me.
He take place right next to me and takes the spoon out of my hand gently and starts to check the sauce.
"Mmm this is so delicious." he says humming.
"Hey can I ask you-" I try to ask but he interrupts me.
"First go to take a shower and then we can talk. I already prepared your putrid on my bed. Go stinky ass." he says laughing and I hit his ass with the towel that we use to dry the plates.
"You did not."
"I did!" I yell from his bedroom.
He made his bed before going to the gym. It's a miracle.