speeding hearts │ charles leclerc

chapter 12

𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝓋

After dinner, Charles and I settled into bed, the earlier tension giving way to a warm, comfortable closeness. I can't help but wonder why he leaned so close to me but pulled himself away all of a sudden.
Sleep came quickly, the day's events finally catching up with us.

But around 2 a.m., I found myself awake, unable to shake restlessness. Carefully, I slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake up Charles, and tiptoed to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Standing by the sink, I tried to calm my racing thoughts. The noise of the refrigerator was the only sound breaking the silence of the night.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Charles, his expression soft and sleepy, the faint light from the hallway casting gentle shadows across his face.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper, which sent goosebumps through me.

"Just thirsty," I replied, trying to steady my breath. The sight of him, hair tousled and eyes half-lidded with sleep, was almost too much to bear.

He moved closer, the warmth of his presence filling the space between us. His hand brushed against mine as he reached for a glass, the brief contact sending a thrill through me.

We stood there, inches apart, the air thick with unspoken words and the lingering desire from earlier in the evening.

"Roxanne," he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. The heat between us was palpable, a magnetic pull that neither of us seemed able to resist.

For a moment, we just stood there, lost in each other's gaze, the kitchen around us fading into the background.

His fingers traced a gentle path along my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "We should get back to bed," he said finally, though his voice was strained with the effort of holding back.

I nodded, my throat dry for reasons that had nothing to do with thirst. "Yeah, we should."

As we walked back to the bedroom, the charged atmosphere followed us. Charles climbed back into bed, his movements slow and heavy from the medication.

Within minutes, he was asleep again, his breathing deep and even. I watched him for a while, he looked so peaceful.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying the events of the night. The feel of his lips against mine, the heat of his body so close to mine-it was all too vivid.

At around 4 a.m., my phone buzzed, jolting me awake. I squinted at the screen, my heart sinking as I read the message:

"I told you not to go near him, but yet you are still in his bed."

Panic surged through me. My eyes darted to Charles, who was still sleeping peacefully beside me, unaware of the threat that loomed over us.

I felt a cold sweat break out, my mind racing. How did he know I was here? My hands trembled as I gripped the phone, fear and dread curling in my stomach. This wasn't just a threat, it was a warning that he was watching us, even now.

I felt a mix of longing and fear, the threat of the stalker looking over us like a dark cloud.

I needed to stay calm, for Charles's sake. But the question gnawed at me: What was I going to do next?

AYEEEEE CLIFFHANGER!! sorry for the small chapter y'all 😭😭 hope you liked it!! thank you for reading 🫶