Charlie's POV
Where the hell is Monroe? He was already supposed to be back with food, not out drinking where everyone knows he would get drunk and only draw more attention to himself.
Right on cue, Monroe ran into their meeting place in the dark alleyway and whispered, "Just go along with it", as he pressed me into the brick wall and started kissing me. I started to push him away until I realized that he probably pissed some guys off and was trying to hide from them.
It had been awhile since either of us had gotten any sort of action, so I decided to enjoy it, even though it was Monroe. Damn, his lips were surprisingly soft, and he was a really good kisser. He stopped for a quick second to pull my shirt over my head and threw it on the ground. Before I could complain, he started kissing my neck and led a trail of kisses down my chest until he reached my jeans. I accidentally let out a tiny moan, which I really hoped that Monroe didn't hear.
At the same time, a group of large men ran by, chuckled at the sight of what they thought was two lovers in an alley, and kept on searching for Monroe, whom they would likely never find. To my dismay, I actually felt slightly disappointed when he let go of me after they were gone. He picked up my tank top, threw it at me, and winked at me as he said, "Nice job, that moan was very realistic". He walked away before I could say anything.