We never got over it

What have i done ?-Charlottes POV

Crap. Okay so yesterday wasn't a dream. I went over to Barrons house.

I went over to his house and I said things that I really shouldn't have. Ughhhhh. Gosh darn you liquor. I feel my fave getting hot remembering what I did last night.

I mean I did need that, I did need to put it behind us but I didn't need him to know that I still want him. Gosh I'm pathetic, still hung up over the guy I was in love with when I was 17.

When he dropped me home last night, he texted me saying that he'll be in Florida for a few weeks but he'll see me when he comes back.

He'll see me when he gets back. Oh my fucking god.

What have I done???

What have I started ???

I sit there for a couple minutes thinking if and how I should reply.

I realize that it's almost time for me to leave and u rush to get ready.

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I enter and the office and I see that Stacy and Gianna look just as dead as me.

Maybe it was a bad idea to drink the night before work.

"Good morning" Stacy and Gianna both say deadly

"Good morning" I say chuckling

"Hey where did you go last night Charlotte" Stacy asks and I realize that I just left without saying anything

"Oh um I just wanted to head to my bed you know it's comfy" I say making up a lie.

I feel guilty for lying but I would feel bad telling them especially Gianna. They don't know that me and Barron know each other and I'm not sure I want them too

I don't want things to be akward between me and Gianna.

After what felt like centuries we finish up our work at about 8 pm and we head out.

When I get home I sit on my bed staring at that same text. I decide that it's rude to not respond and I say ok and chuck my phone on the dresser

I decided that it's good that we are on civil terms because I can't find it in myself to actually hate him anymore.

Daimen meant a lot to both of us. The more I think about it. Is it actually fair of me to hate him.

But he still didn't tell me the truth.

Maybe it is better that I don't know. But I feel so conflicted

I feel like I'm betraying Damien if I do forgive him.

But I can't forget about him and apparently I can't seem to stay away from him.

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3 weeks later

I hear a knocking at my door and I'm startled because I sure as hell didn't invite anyone.

I open the door and my eyes widen.

Barron. Oh shit I forgot he had said he would "come see me"

I instinctively shut the door and place my back against the wall

"Charlotte ?" He questions my odd behavior

"Um I'm not dressed" I say then I realize that I opened the door and he saw me fully clothed

"If u want I can leave" He says

I quickly open the door and I'm greeted by his smirk.

This douche bag knew I was ganna open the door.

"Come in" I say as my head is down

He comes in like this is his home and lays across my sofa

"Make yourself at home I guess"

There's silence for a moment before I say

"Look Barron I wasn't in the right state of mind when we last talked"

"I know" is all he says

" But I can't lie to you and say I didn't mean it"

There's a smile plastered across his face.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, I'm not ready to go back to being best buddies"

" I think we can both agree we were more than that Lottie" he says eyeing me

"We were kids Barron, I mean are hormones were all over the place"

"Well I still get you all hot and bothered so maybe your wrong" says now standing up

"You want me and it's fucking killing you"

My face is hot and probably red right now. He's close. So close.

"I-"
"I don't know what your talking about" I lie

He cups my face making me look at him and suddenly I lost the ability to breathe

It's just because it's been a while since I got laid.

Nothing else.

"Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you want nothing to do with me and I'll walk out that door no hesitation"

"I....I want" is all I can get out

"Hm" he says making sure I look at him

This is too much. I push him away not trusting myself to have self control over what happens next.

"Let's take it slow" I propose

"Slow. Got it."

He lays back on my sofa getting comfy and gestured me to sit down next to him.

He takes the remote and put on 13 going on 30. I forgot how well knows me

"This good" he says probably already knowing the answer

Yeah he says. I feel his hand come around my waist and pull me closer.

"Slow Barron" I remind him

"This is as innocent as it gets, you just have a dirty mind Lottie"

"Well you touchy hands Mr Thompson" I say knowing that me calling him that makes him weak.

Hey who says I can't have a little fun with this once in a while.

3 hours later

I'm woken up to the scent of something ever delicious.

I walk to the kitchen and I see Barron in there cooking up a storm

"Your still here" I say surprised

"Didn't wanna wake you" he says

"What you making"

"Tacos"

My eyes light up. Tacos are my favorite meal. If I knew how to cook for real I would make them more

"Is it ready" I says cause if I don't have that in my mouth in 5 minutes I'll go crazy.

He chuckles and makes me a plate. This looking soo fucking good.

We sit down at the table and I realize I don't know how he got the ingredients

"Where did you get all the stuff to make this"

"Went to the store while you were knocked, here's your key by the way, you should really put them in a more secure spot

" That's trespassing you know"

"Who made you tacos" he protests

I roll my eyes and enjoy my food.