Queen Takes King, Checkmate.

Chapter Three.

Charlottes' POV.

The shower was just what I needed, the warm flow of water had me in a trance as I was surrounded by its comfort in this terrible weather that only seemed to dampen any small sliver of happines I had.

I couldnt help but smile when Markus had knocked on the bathroom door, most likely to hint that he wanted to join me but after a pause when I had given him no opening, he said he had come to tell me that the food was ready.

I had thanked him and finished up quickly in the shower before hurriedly drying myself off with the spare towel and then changing into nothing but the underwear I kept at his house for when I had unexpected stays and paired them with one of his t-shirts.

It was comfy, one of my favourite since it was a longsleeved thermal shirt that was tight on Markus' torso and slightly hughed my curves and came to a stop halfway down my thighs; sure, wearing no bra was teasing towards Markus but I didnt really want to wear one anyway.

I left my slightly damp hair down as I made my way dowmstairs, thankful that Markus had turned up the thermostat to a toasty warm tempurature but it wasnt enough to stop the goosebumps that erupted across my legs as I padded across the tiled floors of the living room.

Markus had already plated up a few sandwiches for me but because I rarely ate I knew I wouldnt eat any more than one.

"What are we watching?" I asked as I sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching Markus kneeling by the cabinet beneath the television and flipping through the folder of movies.

"I dont know, what do you want to watch?" He replied, looking over his shoulder casually at me as I bit into the wonderful ham and salad sanwich Markus had made.

It was mouthwatering...

"How about Transformers 4? I still havent seen that one yet" I pointed out as I saw his hand come across the sleeve with the disk inside.

"Most girls aren't into those kinds of movies at all, glad you arent like most girls then" he said with a small laugh, it was true though; I loved Transformers.

He put the disk into the dvd player and pressed play on the machine, since we had lost the remote long ago, before coming to sit beside me and prop his feet up on the coffee table while he began to eat his sandwich too.

A comfortable silence cloaked the room as the familiar tune to my fabourite series of film filled our ears, our eyes glued to the screen and within seconds I had become full from the sandwiches.

"I cant eat any more" I whispered to Markus as the movie intro was still running.

Markus looked away from the screen to frown at me, "I wished you'd eat more Charlie, you're fading away right before my eyes"

I sighed in annoyance, sliding my plate from my lap to his since he had eaten his three already.

It amazed me how guys like Markus, muscular, well built but also lazy, never seemed to gain weight... probably because Lycans had a very high metabolism...

As he ate the remaining two and a half sandwiches of mine, I didnt stop myself when I shuffled across the sofa and curled myself into his side, not because I wanted to encourage him about his affection towards me but because it was a habbit and I was getting cold.

I needed to feel the comfort of someone nearby, the hint of fear was always present no matter what I was doing, being with Markus comforted me and I ignored the screaming pain of my bruises across my ribs when he put an arm around my waist and turned slightly towards me so we were closer.