Escaping Love (Rewrite) [Book #1]

Chapter 9

|| JACKIE ||

|| Saturday, October 5th ||

I woke up to the feeling of secureness. Arms are around my waist, not knowing how we appeared on our sides.

I sighed as I closed my eyes again, then felt lips on my shoulder. I smiled as my eyes remained closed.

"Morning," Charlotte whispered.

"Morning," I smiled. Her hands loosen, and I turned my body to face her. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good, you?"

"Fine," I said as our lips are only a few inches apart.

Charlotte moved in and closed the gap. Nothing passionate or intense, just a slow, simple peck.

"What do you want to do today?" Charlotte asked.

"Be lazy," I smiled, and she chuckled.

"We can do that," she said, leaning our foreheads together, "I do have some grading I need to finish since you guys took those quizzes on Wednesday. They need to be entered by tomorrow, so my pile doesn't start stacking."

"Okay," I said.

Charlotte turned her head over to the clock, "It's 9:30 AM, we should get up."

Charlotte sat up, but my arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her down, she let out a laugh.

"Five more minutes," I said.

"Fine," she smiled and held me as she buried her head in my neck, feeling her smile on my skin.

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I laid on Charlotte's bed as I worked on my laptop, typing up an essay for my English class. I ended up running home and taking my bag and computer over to work on homework and spend some more time with Charlotte.

"Hey, babe?" I heard.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Is this your paper?" Charlotte asked, holding it up, and I got off her bed to look at it.

"Shit, my name," I said.

She shook her head at me, "Damn, I should have thrown it away," Charlotte said, handing me a pencil.

I stuck my tongue out at her before writing my name on it.

"You're lucky I recognized your handwriting. Still looks the same from two years ago," Charlotte said.

"Surprisingly."

"I'm throwing it away next time," she said.

"You wouldn't," I said as I walked behind her and placed my hand on her shoulders.

"Try me." Charlotte leaned her head back, so she was looking straight up at me.

"I know you will," I said before kissing her lips and moving back to my computer.

"What's your essay on?" Charlotte asked as she turned her chair to face me.

"Success," I said.

"Is it a 'what do you think success means to you?' type of essay?"

I nodded, "Yeah, it has to be two pages. It's nothing extreme right now. I'm waiting until books become the main topic of our essays."

"Fun," Charlotte said.

"Not fun. I'm terrible at writing," I laughed.

"Did you finish the rough draft?" She asked, and I nodded, "Read it aloud."