Gray Areas | Englot | GirlxGirl

42. Be Alright

Charlotte leaned into Engfa, her voice low and teasing as she whispered over the pulse of the music in The Penthouse.

"Let's get out of here, baby..."

Her arms wrapped around Engfa's neck, fingers lightly playing with the soft strands of hair at the nape. Her lips traced a slow, deliberate path along Engfa's jaw, leaving a trail of tingling kisses that lingered on her skin.

"It's still early, baby..." Engfa murmured back, her voice teasing yet warm. She tilted her head slightly, not quite pulling away from Charlotte's closeness, savoring the heat between them.

But Charlotte wasn't about to let time or place hold her back. She pressed her body even closer to Engfa's, closing the gap between them as if it were unthinkable to leave even the smallest distance.

"Engfa..." she breathed, her warm lips grazing Engfa's neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Her hand, resting innocently on Engfa's back, began to drift lower-dangerously low.

Engfa caught her hand with a gentle but firm grip. "Charlotte..." she warned, raising an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and caution in her tone.

Charlotte met her gaze with a playful pout, her eyes wide but smoldering with intent. "Hmm, just want you..." she whispered.

Engfa laughed softly, shaking her head.

"Alright, alright. Let's go back to the hotel," she relented, a hint of affection in her voice.

She signaled to the bodyguards positioned by the VIP section, and they swiftly made way for the pair to exit the club. The cool night air hit them as they stepped outside, but Charlotte barely seemed to notice, still clinging to Engfa's arm, her head resting lazily on her shoulder.

The kisses didn't stop-not in the elevator, not in the hallway, and definitely not when they reached the car.

Inside the SUV, Engfa and Charlotte settled into the backseat, the bodyguard and assistant occupying the front.

The drive back to the hotel was just as intense.

Every time Engfa tried to pull away from Charlotte's lips, Charlotte would chase after her, pressing closer with a softness that hinted at vulnerability beneath the playfulness.

"Baby... sshh, stop that," Engfa murmured, gently pulling Charlotte away from her lips.

Her hand resting on Engfa's knee as she mumbled, her lips brushing against Engfa's. "You don't like it? You bored of me already?"

Engfa chuckled, her heart warming at Charlotte's playful tone.

"Bored of you? Never," she replied, brushing a strand of hair from Charlotte's flushed face. "But we're not alone here. Behave, my love."

Charlotte glanced toward the front seats, her gaze lingering for a moment as if the presence of others had just registered.

A mischievous smirk tugged at her lips, and she shifted slightly closer to Engfa, letting her finger trace the outline of Engfa's lips. The sensation of her touch was light, teasing, making Engfa's breath catch for a brief second.

"Why do your lips feel extra sexy tonight, Bee?" Charlotte murmured, her voice low and filled with intent, her finger pausing just as it brushed against Engfa's bottom lip. Her eyes sparkled with playful challenge as she observed Engfa's reaction.

Engfa chuckled softly, shaking her head in disbelief, the familiar flutter of desire igniting in her chest.

"Do they?" she responded with a teasing grin. "My lipstick's been gone for hours, thanks to you," she added with a laugh, rolling her eyes at the thought of how Charlotte had managed to smear it all over her lips earlier that evening.