Charlie's POV
I didn't sleep well last night-even with the pouring rain, and that's-I'd say- about half to do with my dad and the other half to do with Zayn. One; I could feel the creep staring at me (I know for a fact he didn't sleep at all) and two; last night was just so different and I can't seem to stop thinking about it.
Don't get me wrong, I loved it- absolutely loved it. It was hot, rough, and mind-blowing all at once. He's a pretty up front kind of person, but he's never been that dominant before. And yes, I'm a newbie when it comes to sex and he usually shows me the ropes, but I've never been that submissive with him...ever. I guess what I'm trying to say is that as heavenly as it was, I know something's off.
And not to mention, he barely let me move from his arms last night. He held me all night long; usually we're both just doing whatever, and there's always a part of us touching (when the kids aren't smack in the middle), but his grasp was firm last night.
"I'd ask you if you slept alright, but like, I know you didn't," he says, his fingers calmly combing through my locks. It fits perfectly with the somber mood of a rainy day.
I don't ignore him per se, but I don't exactly respond. I'm just in a weird mood. You know, one of those weird moods? No? Maybe so? "You've got some time before you have to get up and get ready for work. Don't worry about Mar, I'll bring him to school since I've got a free day today." He stops running a hand through my hair. Damn it...that felt nice. "Which means we have time to talk...since I think you're ignoring me. Are you upset about last night?"
"About the party?" I croak.
"It wasn't a party, Charlie," he retorts. "And no, but I'll get there. The sex. You were crying."
"I enjoyed it. I wasn't...I dunno. I'm a mess." I won't deny that I was crying because I know damn well that I was, but it was just the stress of my dad and fighting with Zayn- I realize that now. Aside from being in a weird mood, I'm in an even weirder place.
"You sure? You can tell me," he says easily, resuming his fingers through my hair. "It was fucking hot, in my opinion. The way you were on your knees for me, using those perfect lips to suck me, and then all spread out and bent ov-"
"Okay. I get it," I let out a light chuckle. He nudges me so that I sit up, and then he pulls me onto his lap so that we sit chest to chest. "It was just...it seemed like you were...different."
He purses his lips to the side. "Yeah? How so?"
"Dunno...you were just...off."
He grabs his chest as his eyes widen. "What an insult! My sex game's on fleek, baby. Hah, you see like, what I did there?" His tongue's tucked behind his teeth. "Twitter's teaching me some cool shit, I tell you."
"No, no. Not that. That's fine...more than fine," I avoid eye contact at my admission slash ego boost [I just know he's smirking even more.] "You just seemed...wound up, you know? Like, I dunno, like...you were taking something out on me."
He doesn't respond and now I'm scared, so I look at him with furrowed eyebrows. But he seems distracted as he stares blankly behind me. "Zayn?"
"Yeah, no. It was...it was just the fight. You know I hate it when we fight. The whole thing was fucking stupid and it was getting to me. And I felt bad that like, you felt like I was gonna leave you. As hard as I fought to get you, you're not gettin' rid of me that easy, babe." And now he's back. "I shouldn't have went knowing how you feel about her."
"And I should trust you," I blurt. "I'm sorry. But it's her. I can't like her. She's..."
He sighs. "Who gives a shit. She's not important. You're important." He nudges my neck to the side and peppers kisses along my jawline.
