Make it to Me - Ender Inciarte romance

Chapter 15

Charlotte's POV
I was woken up in the wee hours of the morning by Ender trying to quietly carry me to the bed. We had
fallen asleep on the couch, apparently. I didn't remember anything after the frantic, needy, LOVE filled sex we had.

I had whispered "I love you" to Ender as he laid me on the bed. Then he proceeded to slowly show me how much he loved me. Physical touch was definitely his love language and I did not mind one bit, because he was a very generous and caring lover.

The fast pace from earlier had disappeared and in its place was a slow, almost reverent love.

"I feel different." I whispered to Ender when we were finished. I felt like jello and it sounded to me like my words were slurring.

"What do you mean?" He asked, running his hands over every exposed body part he could find.

I shrugged, not sure I could even put it in words. Ender and I had a great sex life but this just felt different. Like another page had turned in our relationship.

"It's a good different though?" He asked, looking concerned.

"Yeah," I got under the covers and pulled them up to cover us, snuggling up to his side and starting to doze off. "Good. Very, very good."

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"So," Chelsea said as we sat in our seats for game 3 of the out of town series. "Have you officially moved in with Ender yet? You know those boys gossip more than we do and Freddie said Ender had mentioned wanting you to."

"Oh my gosh!" I buried my face in my hands. "He mentioned it soon after the wreck, when they left for that first road trip and I totally forgot. He hasn't mentioned it again. Maybe he changed his mind."

"No," Chelsea shook her head, handing Charlie to me while she got something out of her bag. "Freddie just mentioned this to me last night so they must have talked about it pretty recently. Freddie had the worst memory so he wouldn't remember anything from a few weeks ago!"

We laughed and Charlie decided that it was the funniest thing and decided to let out a loud baby shriek and giggle.

"Let me get a picture of you two! Charlie and Charlie!"

Chelsea snapped a picture of the two of us and showed it to me before sending it to my phone. Charlie and I worked on his tomahawk chop while waiting on the game to start. Being a Braves fan and a Florida State graduate, I was very serious about the chop!

"So, is it to soon?" I asked Chelsea a few minutes later, not being able to get my mind off of the subject.

"I don't believe in putting any timelines on relationships. I've known people who dated for 5 years before moving in together and getting married and people who moved in after a month of dating. And both couples I'm speaking about are equally happy."

"That's a good way to think," I leaned back in my seat, contemplating things.

"How often have you actually stayed at your own place since the wreck?"

"Maybe 3 or 4 nights. It was just easier for me to be somewhere that someone could help me. I already felt like I was putting people out by needing help."

The game had started by this point and we stopped talking long enough to cheer for Ender who had gotten a base hit.

"I think it's going to be hard  to go backwards at this point. Y'all have stayed with each other since April. It's June now."

I nodded, knowing she was right but not knowing where to go from here. I decided I would ask Dansby after the game if Ender had mentioned it to him. The guys were leaving after the game but Chelsea and I would be flying back to Atlanta instead of going with them.

I caught up with Dansby after the game and asked him if Ender had mentioned me moving in.

"Yeah," he said, throwing his stuff into a bag. He was in a bad mood as he had been having some pretty bad games. "He said he is just letting you think about it. He wants you there."

Well that settled it.

"Buddy, you know I'm proud of you, right?" I pulled him into a hug. "Please don't be so hard on yourself. It's baseball. Have fun. You love the game. Don't forget that."

"I know, Charlie. I'm trying to remember that."

I felt sad for him as I watched him load the bus that would take him to the airport with the team. Ender came up and pulled me into a long hug.

"You think he will be ok?" I asked him, worried about my friend.

"I don't know, Lettie. He needs to get out of his head. Sometimes we think too hard about it and forget it's a game. I'll keep an eye on him though. I promise."

He boarded the bus after kissing me bye and I headed off to talk to Chelsea about my plan.