"I can but try. But that it’s my fault?" She grinned, giving into the coaxing pressure of his arm around her waist and shifting closer. They were both lying facing each other now and she rested her head fully against the soft pillow beneath her cheek and gave a soft sigh. "I can try and be repulsive, if that's what you want?" She asked, her fingers returning to her favourite place at his chin and one of her bare legs shifting to rest atop of his.
She was trying to be playful and teasing but the feel of his skin against hers in the smallest of ways had her concentration waver and she inhaled as cool fingers traced patterns against the warmth of her stomach.
"Charlie," She murmured, just to hear his name fall from her lips. It felt like it had been forever since he'd touched her, even like this, and though she’d wondered earlier whether she might feel guilty for wanting him in ways other than for just his company, at least considering the current circumstances, she couldn’t deny the aching need that was already growing steadily inside her.
That he was finally in her bed didn’t help matters either. The last person who had shared it with her had been Terry and well, she and Terry weren’t incompatible but there had never been that desperation, that raw attraction that she and Charlie shared and it thrilled her to see him, strong and masculine against light sheets and patterned cushions that were nothing if not girly.