A small red flag went up as she felt Chuck's hand upon her waist. If Chuck had just gone through a break up, he was probably a bit, erm, deprived as girls tended to hold such things over a bloke's head when angry. And while Scarlet was a horrid flirt and all for a good snog, she didn't take sex lightly, and she knew full well Chuck Ackerly was not the serious shag type. Scarlet chose to ignore the warning bells for the time being, so long as his hand was sitting there so innocently.
In the meantime, her fingertips trailed teasingly over the muscles of his abdomen, dropping as low as the top of his waistband before skipping back up once more, her lips still meshed with his.