Page 27 of The Beat of My Heart
Sighing into the phone, I involuntarily lean into Charlie’s chest. “Yes, I’m fine. I promise. More than fine, today went well.” Looking up at Charlie, I smile, “Really well, actually.”
Charlie rests his chin on my head while I finish my call with Lanie. When I hang up, I feel confused, but Charlie makes no attempt to move. Instead, he just sits and waits.
When it becomes apparent that I don’t know what to say, he tilts my head to look at him, “What's going on in this beautiful head of yours?”
“Trust me,” I snort, “you don’t want to know.”
“I think I have proved more than once that I do, in fact, want to hear all your noises, Angel.”
I can’t help the blush that forms at his words. The chaos is coming. Standing up, I take a few steps away from him and start pacing while I gather my thoughts.
“Well,” I start, “here’s the thing, what do we do now? One-night stand rules say I should never have you in my room so I can sneak out as soon as you fall asleep. But, we are in my room so I can’t exactly sneak out and it's only, what, 5 pm? Unless you have geriatric sleep habits, what the hell am I going to do for six or seven hours while I wait for you to fall asleep?” I’m still pacing, talking with my hands waving wildly through the air.
Finally, I pause to look at him and find he is following my every-single-move. That’s when I realize I am buck ass naked and his dick has grown three sizes again.Holy Fuck. Make that four sizes.
Stalking me like the cat about to get the cream, Charlie makes his way to me, thick cock bobbing with every step.
“Angel, if you keep staring at him like that, we will never leave this room,” he tells me. “I thought we decided we would make our own rules?” Taking my hand, he leads me back toward the bed but veers to the left at the last minute and sits in the chair, pulling me down with him. “I want to make something very clear, right now. If you ever sneak out of my life without a proper goodbye, I will find you, Angel. I understand we have our reasons for not carrying this on longer than a week, but don’t cheapen it by thinking I won’t want a proper goodbye. I want every second you can give me, and that means sleeping in the bed with me. Not sneaking out in the middle of the night, okay? Is that why you were itching to get out of the bed earlier?” he asks.
“Well, sort of, I was actually waiting for you to kick me out, then I realized it was my room. Then I remembered that if we were going to make the game, we needed to leave soon. We won’t be able to tour the green monster now because we are so late, but a game at Fenway is something everyone should do once.”
“Hold up,” he says, sitting up straighter. “Is that what we are doing tonight? Going to a baseball game?”
“That’s what I was planning, but honestly, you need jeans, you can’t go in a suit, do you have any?” I ask him.
He laughs like I’m missing the joke. “Yes, sweetheart, I own lots of jeans. What was in the bag you brought over earlier?” he asks.
“Your gear,” I smile. “You cannot go to Fenway Park unless you are suited up.”
Lifting me off his lap like I weigh nothing at all, he hurries into his room.
“Oh no, I cannot wear this, Angel. It’s blasphemy. I’m a southern boy,” he yells from the other room. “I’m a Brave’s fan through and through.”
Laughing as he walks back into my room, holding the Sox shirt like it has cooties, I place my hands on my hips. “Well, I am a New England girl, born and raised, and when you go to a Red Sox game IN Fenway Park, you dress for the home team, especially when they are playing the Yankee’s. If you’re not wearing your Red Sox stuff, you’ll be mistaken for a Yankee’s fan, and you’ll likely end up wearing a beer or two.”
He stares at me wide-eyed. “I’ve heard you Boston fans are crazy, but you are joking, right?”
I shrug my shoulders, “We like our home teams. So, what’s it going to be? Red Sox shirt that I bought just for you, or wear your crap and stink like beer for the entire game?”
“You’re serious?” he asks again.
I grin at him, “You have no idea. You should also know that I’m no fair-weather fan, so if you’re not prepared to last the entire game, I’ll just go alone.”
“Fuck that, you’re not walking around the city by yourself,” he fires back, and while I want to scold him for thinking he can tell me what I can and cannot do, I can’t help but feel touched that he cares, so I let it go.
“Alright then, you’d better hurry and shower. We have to leave in fifteen minutes,” I tell him.
“You expect me to believe you’ll be ready to go in fifteen minutes?” he questions, and I scoff at him.
“Listen, buddy, I don’t think you understand, I don’t walk around carrying my high heels,” I sing, Julia-tizing the lyrics to a new country song.
“Or yesterday’s little black dress,” he sings back to me, winking, “Yeah, you forget, I’m a southern boy, country music is in our blood.”
Standing, I stare at him with my mouth agape, I’m shocked. “Holy fuck, he just got my song lyric reference. No one, ever, gets my music lyrics, not even…”
Stepping into my space and cradling my cheek in his hand, Charlie cuts me off, “Not even your BFF?”
Shaking my head, I whisper, “No, not even her.” Lifting my head to look at him, I see a grin that makes him look like a shy teenager.
