speeding hearts │ charles leclerc

chapter 11

𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒸'𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝓋

As we drove towards my apartment, the tension between us only grew stronger. When we finally arrived, the modern black exterior of my house loomed before us, sleek and inviting.

Roxanne seemed to appreciate the design, her eyes scanning the architecture, her eyes were glowing with all the lights.

I led her inside, the soft lighting casting warm shadows across the black and chrome decor. We walked into the kitchen, a spacious area dominated by a large marble countertop. I could feel her presence behind me, every step she took echoing the electricity in the air.

"Make yourself comfortable," I said, turning to face her. But the look in her eyes told me she wasn't thinking about comfort.

I moved closer, unable to resist the pull between us. "You know, I really did plan to cook for you," I murmured, my voice low and husky.

She smiled, biting her lower lip, a habit that drove me crazy. "We can still do that," she replied, though her tone suggested otherwise.

Before I could think twice, I reached out, pulling her to me. Our lips met once again.

I lifted her onto the countertop, her legs wrapping around my waist as the kiss deepened. Her hands tangled in my hair, and I groaned against her mouth, the intensity of our desire igniting something primal within me.

"Charles," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. "This is crazy."

"I know," I replied, my lips trailing down her neck.

"We need to stop," she said with a shaky breath, and we pulled back, the unspoken tension still hanging between us.

I took a step back, trying to compose myself. "You're right. Let's get some dinner going."

I started to cook, and she watched me, the atmosphere still charged. I could feel her eyes on me, and it took all my focus not to let my mind wander back to that kiss. I made pasta, the familiar motions helping to ground me.

When it was done, I plated it and handed her a fork. She took a bite, her eyes lighting up. "Charles, This is the best pasta I've ever eaten in my life." "I'm so surprised you didn't burn the whole kitchen"

I couldn't help but smile at her praise. "Glad you like it."

We ate in comfortable silence, the earlier tension easing into something more companionable. By the time we finished, it was almost midnight.

"You can sleep here if you want," I offered. "I don't mind sleeping on the couch."

She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You don't think we can share the bed and not, you know?."

I raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in my eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," she replied, her tone gentle.

There was an awkward moment as we both processed what happened, but we moved past it. We headed to the bedroom, the tension still there but muted, softened by the night's events.

I lent her one of my old t-shirts, which looked so cute on her. Damn. How can I even control myself around her if she looks this mesmerizing?

As we climbed into bed, there was an awkwardness between us but I didn't seem to mind. Roxanne turned on her side to face me, our faces inches apart.

"Goodnight, Charles." she whispered, her voice soft.

"Goodnight, Rox." I replied, my eyes locking into hers.

We just lay there, staring at each other. Without thinking, I reached out and gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. I noticed her breath hitched slightly, her eyes softening as she looked at me.

I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her, to close the small distance between us and feel her lips against mine. I leaned in, our faces growing closer. But just as our lips were about to meet, I stopped myself. A flashback of us crashed into me.

Roxanne's eyes fluttered open, she had a mix of confusion and surprise in her gaze. I pulled back slightly, giving her a small smile.

"Sorry." I murmured, my voice barely audible.

Her expression softened, "No,don't apologise, It's okay."

Before long, we both drifted off to sleep.
And for the first time in years, I felt truly at home.

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