Chapter 89

His fingers were amazing on her shoulder and her upper back. She felt herself melting on him. He was half sitting on Liam's high bed, in a position that made her lean in more, squashing her ass on his groin, though she didn't want to. But her body was weak.

They spoke about random things, to keep the awkwardness away.

"You have great hair," he mumbled.

"My mom says so, too," she blubbered, and then realized the crap she said.

He grabbed a chunk of her neck between his fingers and pulled. It was slightly painful. But left a calming residue.

She felt a hardening pressed on her ass, and she knew if she did not stop this now, she might not anymore.

"Thank you," she abruptly said, pulling away. "I needed that." She tried a grateful smile.

But both of them knew there had been a spark of lust between them. And Elena had quenched it, or so she thought. She saw Charlie with a different eye now. If they could allow this small moment of intimacy to exist between them, then the future — six freak