Why did I care? Because I hadn’t stopped thinking about her since the moment we ran into each other at my parents’ house. Something about her drew me in, especially when I looked at her beautiful chocolate-brown eyes. Her beauty was so natural from her soft skin to her long brown hair. Every night I pushed my wife away and instead lay in bed wishing Charlotte were next to me. I avoided sexual contact with Sammy because I’d rather jerk off in the shower thinking about this other girl I couldn’t have.
“Charlotte, it’s just… you—” I stopped.
Could I say those words out loud?
“What about me?”
I don’t know what came over me. I leaned in, my lips crashing against hers. She tasted like fucking heaven. I cupped her face, keeping my hands from wandering to her ass. Our tongues battled, wanting more, and she never pulled back arousing me even more. I could feel her tongue swirling in my mouth. Imagining the exact thing being done to my cock was pushing me over the edge. I felt like a horny teenager ready to blow his load because of one kiss. But it wasn’t just any kiss, it was Charlotte. She pulled me in closer. I knew I could’ve had her then with only the stars watching, but reality was kicking in. My wife was just inside. No, this wasn’t fair to Charlotte. She deserved better, not some married guy lusting after her.
I pulled away and apologized for the kiss, and she quickly ran back inside. What did I expect her to do? Beg me to be hers? I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and remembering the moment that was only a few seconds ago. I could still taste her on my lips, smell her scent on my jacket, and, oh shit, her scent on my jacket.
I opened my eyes and unlocked my car, grabbing some gum from the glove box. I looked for something I could spray. Nothing. Shit. I locked my car and wa
lked back through the front garden. Standing in groups outside were those typical rebellious teenagers smoking. I walked over and stood next to a guy who was blowing rings into the air.
“You wanna puff, bro?” he asked.
“Nah, I’m sweet. Thanks, man.”
I patted him on the shoulder, walking back in the house, the guys probably thinking I was a fuckwit for standing around them for two seconds.
“Alex, there you are! Shit, why do you stink like weed?” Sammy scrunched her nose as she attempted to hug me.
Mission accomplished.
“I was just outside for a second talking to some dude. Sorry about the smell.”
She grinned, and I wondered how much vodka she’d had.
“Don’t worry, baby, that’s why showers were invented, and tonight, don’t expect to have one alone.” She winked at me while trying to grab my cock in the middle of the hallway. Thankfully, Elijah interrupted, “Birthday cake time,” he cheered.
He brought out the cake, and the crowd started singing ‘Happy Birthday.’ I saw her standing across the room next to that jerk. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She stared at me, her face now unreadable. It was times like this I wished I could read minds.
It wasn’t a mistake, Charlotte. I played the words over in my head, hoping she had some telepathic gift and could hear me.
As the singing stopped and Adriana blew out the candles, the crowd cheered before dispersing back to their little groups.
I needed to find her again. I didn’t know what I’d say, but I was hoping the words would come to me once I stood in front of her. Searching the dance floor, she was nowhere to be found.
In the hallway, all I saw were cliques of girls standing around. I walked into the kitchen. There were a few girls there, but no one I recognized. I was about to walk upstairs when I heard her voice from the den, and she wasn’t alone.
“Look, Carter, I only agreed to go to prom because you nagged me like a two-dollar whore.”
“Oh, come on, Charlie. You know we’re meant to be. Why are you wasting your time on that jerk?”
“His name is Finn, and he’s one of my best friends. Don’t you dare talk shit about him.”
“Whatever. You can do better than him.”
“And what… you think you’re better than him?” She laughed.
As much as I hated this Finn guy, it seemed I’d found a new frontrunner.
“C’mon, Charlie, no one will know. Just once, let me prove it.” His voice softened.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Carter.”
I pushed the door open, both of them shocked to see me. “You heard her. Don’t you dare fucking touch her if you value your balls.”