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The steely look on his face melts away at her suggestion as he leans down to give her forehead a quick kiss.

“That sounds perfect. Charlie, you're definitely aSamanthaand I reckon my Nova here is the perfect balance ofCharlotteandCarrie.”

Ace says, a large grin on his face again.

“I'm not like either of them!” She rebuts and they head out of the apartment arguing about which of us is most like the characters on the show, leaving Porter and I standing at the door watching them until we can’t hear them any more.

Chapter 31 - Porter

I Found - Amber Run ?

The weight of everything that happened sits heavy in my chest.

I think I'm the problem because every time I start to love someone they die. Lila died because of me and now Charlie’s been hurt, so it's only a matter of time before she will die too.

I heard her whisper the wordsI love youlast night and I wanted to say them back so badly. Every part of me is screaming to tell her how I feel but the moment I decide to say them, to tell her … I can’t.

Some invisible force just stops me in those final moments, leaving me more confused over what the right thing is to do.

I don't know if I can let Lila go enough to love Charlie the way she deserves, and I don't know if I can let Charlie go at all. The same problem repeats in a never ending circle in my head. A constant stream of confusion and confliction, with no obvious outcome.

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“Baby, wake up. You fell asleep on the couch. Come to bed.”

Her soft tone eases me awake as her hand gently rubs across my face. Opening my eyes, I'm greeted by her beautiful face looking down on me, a glint of concern and worry flicking across her eyes.

Taking both of my hands she pulls at me, trying to get me to stand up but she's not strong enough. Tugging her arms a little, she yelps as she falls into my lap and I make quick work of positioning her so she's straddling me. My hand rubbing up her thighs and around her bare ass, her naked body wrapped cosily beneath the bulk of my hoodie. Both of her hands reach up and caress my face, running her fingers firmly across my head before draping her arms over my shoulders.

“What's wrong Porter? Talk to me,” she whispers.

The soft notes of her voice soothe me into a false reality where nothing can hurt us.

“Tell me how you're really feeling about everything Charlie? I'm struggling with what I did to you.”

Resting my forehead against hers, I shut my eyes waiting for her to unleash upon me. To tell me how useless I am. That I don't deserve someone like her and that Dante was right. If I can't keep one girlfriend alive then why would anyone think I could keep the next one.

“I’m okay Porter, I promise. I was a little shaken and I've maybe been a little clingy with you. I'll stop if it's too much. I can feel you pulling away from me and I don't know how to fix it. I didn't think ... I didn't even suspect that that man spiked my drink. I'm usually so aware but I was wearing one of your hoodies for fuck sake,” she says, her words wobbling slightly.

Gods, she's a phenomenal woman. I'll never know how she still has time to worry about me while she processes what happened to her. WhatI lethappen to her.

“You didn't do anything but save me. You saved me, Porter, right when I needed someone to. Even strong people need a little help from time to time. You helped me. Let me help you.”

Her words hang in the air between us and my eyes open to find a single tear rolling down her cheek, the look of worry spread across her face. I don't have the words to comfort her right now because I've tried for months to find them, to be sure of what I want to say and how I want to say it.

Pulling her mouth to mine I kiss her, putting every emotion I can into it until we're feverish for each other. The passion and need rolling off us in waves. In a hurried rush, we remove each other's clothes. The desperate need to be as close as possible causes our movements to be frivolous and chaotic, until in an instant she's standing before me, naked. Her beautiful soft body begging to be worshipped.

Closing the distance between us, her lips graze mine. A slow melody of suffering as she drags out each point of contact, kissing my neck, my clavicle, my chest. Dragging a slow path to where I want her mouth to go. To feel her soft lips wrapped around my heavy length. She falls to her knees before me and I can't help but pull her hair away from her face, making sure nothing gets in the way of me seeing her perfect pout suck on my tip.

Looking up, she is an angel bowed before me, leaning forward slightly and flattening her tongue as she drags it up the length of my shaft. Her lips are so soft as they wrap around my hardness, causing a guttural moan to escape as she bobs up anddown on my length. My hand tightening in her hair as she lets me leisurely fuck her face.

“Fuck, baby. Such a filthy slut choking on my cock. You’re so damn beautiful like this.”

Her thighs squeeze together from my words while one hand moves to pinch her nipple as she takes me deeper into her mouth. Whimpers and drool escape her as she continues to struggle with my size.

“Fucking beautiful. You’re a fucking queen right now. Uh-uh, don't reach for my pussy, baby. Only I get to play with that pretty pussy,” I moan. “Look at how wet you are, glistening for me while you gag on my cock.”

Her hips rotate as she rocks back and forward, humping the air around her begging for me to fill her, to give her the release she needs.

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