Our Hearts in Two. (CHENRY )

-IX-

Long Awaited chapter her it comes😁

Forgive my delay

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Charlotte got up the next morning feeling the telltale pressure from a full bladder. Eyes still closed, her mind was still very much foggy as she tried to move from under the overly warm cover only to discover she couldn't move; Something was holding her down. The there was this constant airy tickle at the back of her neck and that persistent poke at her butt. In a lazy effort to get away from her troubles, Charlotte tried rolling away only to feel herself being pulled back into something warm and firm. It was so inviting Charlotte almost abandoned the thought of relieving her self to snuggled back in only to remember some really minor details....

 Beds didn't have muscles....Beds didn't have arms to pull you back in and snuggle you....Beds didnt have legs to intertwine with yours....They didn't breath either.....AND THEY SURE AS HELL DIDN'T HAVE HEART BEATS.

Brown eyes snapped open. Needless to say her mind was alert and cleared of every lingering sleep or tiredness. This was definitely not her hotel room. The bed was angled wrong. She began to panic.

Oh God no. Please don't tell her in her infinite misery had followed some random stranger to his room. 

Feeling the sheets rub against her naked skin Charlotte made a new realization. And -and I had let him take...take...take_  She couldn't even let herself finish that though as tears sprag to her eyes. She didn't even want to look at the man. But she had to if she wanted to get out of that room. 

So carefully as she could, the panicking woman slowly lifted the arm wrapped around her and slipped away pulling some of the sheets with her. Throwing a short glance to make sure the other was still a sleep, Charlotte gasped as she got the second shock of that day and the biggest in all her life. Laying there in those sheets was no stranger. 

Just like that the memory of the previous night came crashing with vengeance and her breath quickened. 'No no no no no.' She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to make sure no sound escaped.

'Oh God what have I done? What have I done? What have I done?"

The thoughts kept running through her head as her eyes darted around the room in panic. The man shifted in the sheets and Charlotte froze again eyes darting back to his prone form. Her heart filled with fear at the thought of him waking up and finding her. The rejection, the talk...God she had heard the stories but never imagined it would ever happen to her. 

Panic, fear, doubt and a banging headache was never a good combination for rationality. So her first instinct was to bail. And that's just what she did. Borrowing a discarded t-shirt, gathering her stuff as fast and as quietly as she could, Charlotte did her first walk of shame ever and God if she had a say in it her very LAST. 

It was still pretty early. About 6 or so and thankfully the halls were still empty. So no one saw her half naked form haste into her room and closing it with a loud bang. 

Safely inside, her belongings clattered to the floor and she followed sliding down the door Staring straight ahead in frozen shock. Her mind was running all over the place trying to make heads and tails of what had just happened. 

'What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? 

As much as she would like to claim ignorance or denial, the soreness she could still feel between her legs and thighs was enough to give her a pretty good idea.....And the memories..... Goodness the memories were not being modest. She scrambled to her feet, ran to the bathroom and splashed water on her face.