Bass couldn't contain himself. The overwhelming feeling of possessiveness had swept over him when she smiled at Adam, but when Adam had said they had plans to go together somewhere, he couldn't hold back. He could feel his mind bringing up images of them naked and intertwined, sheets sticking to the perspiration of their skin. His scowled deepened as the images passed through his mind.

Charlie glanced at him in worry. "Bass?" The concern in her voice swayed him. "Bass what's wrong?"

Bass took a few deep breaths as he led her to his room. He'd be crazy to let her sleep by herself when she could sleep beside him. He'd been denying himself the idea of her beside him for too long.

He hadn't realized they were in his room until he'd opened the door and Charlie was sitting on his bed watching him as he paced around his room. The images began getting more intense, more passionate, and he could feel his heart breaking.

"Sebastian!" Charlies voice threw those thoughts away as soon as she said his name. His heart fluttered.

Charlie approached him and settled her hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look into those beautiful eyes that draw him like a moth to a flame. "There's no reason to be jealous. Adam's just a friend."

He hadn't realized how easily she could read him. Still he denied the idea of him being jealous. "I wasn't jealous."

She gave him a breath-taking smile and laughed. "I'm sure you weren't."

He smiled and her face sobered. "What?" Bass whispered, insecurity dawning on him.

Charlie shook her head. "I like it when you smile."

"I don't like it when you smile at other guys."

Charlie smirked. "Told you you were jealous."

Bass chuckled, but he wanted to know if she'd-

She seemed to have read his thoughts and said, "I've forgiven you, and I'm sorry. I was just so-"

"Hurt. I know. I never should have left."

Her eyes bore into his. He wanted to make her his. So guys like Adam wouldn't come near her anymore. But he didn't want scare her away with the intensity of his need. He brushed a gentle kiss against her lips. Charlie responded with a deeper, desperate kiss that he couldn't help but respond. His hands slowly made their way to her hips, dragging down to cup her bottom and wrapping her legs around his waist. She ground herself into him and a groan escaped his lips. Their tongues dueled for dominance and for a moment he let her take the lead. Her tongue wrapped itself around his for a quick suck before she pulled away, dragging her lips down to his neck. They dropped on the bed, and Charlie straddled him before continuing her ministrations. She bit up to his ear and nibbled on the soft lobe before dragging her tongue down the length of his neck. He groaned, his hand fisting her hair. She brought her lips lower, licking and nibbling at his nipple before moving lower. She trailed kisses down his abdomen, licking his navel. Bass arched upward off the bed and moaned her name.

She looked up at him and gave him a wicked grin.

"Charlie. Please."

Charlie giggled, pressing a small kiss on his pants, where the head of his cock was, licking her lips when she noticed it throb. She cupped him through his pants, enjoying his gasp. Unbuttoning them she pulled them down, looking at his straining erection tight against his briefs.

A knock interrupted them. "Monroe? We need to go."

Connor's voice echoed through their silence. Charlie wrenched herself away from him, and Bass glowered at the door. Bass gave her a longing look, brushing his lips against hers before fixing himself and walking out the door.

Charlie replayed what happened in her head and nearly died within herself. What had she been thinking? But as it replayed itself again, she realized that she had no regrets. As much as she would want to regret almost jumping into bed with him, she hadn't lied about forgiving him. He had her wrapped around his finger and she hated it. She hated that she could be so angry at him for months, but when he said a few sweet words to her and kissed her, suddenly she could forgive him. He evoked such unknown feelings in her that not even she understood. Charlie sighed, and got up, leaving the room. She saw Adam and tapped him on the shoulder, a large smile on her face.

"Hey," Adam smiled at her. Connor passed beside them, smirking at Charlie and winking at Adam throwing him a sultry smile before disappearing in one of the rooms. She glanced at Adam, who was admiring his shoes, a small blush on his face.

"You and...Connor?" Charlie was genuinely surprised but happy for the both of them.

Adam chuckled lightly. "I would assume so, but I'm not 100% sure yet."

Charlie laughed. "Come on, lover boy, let's go."

"Go where?"

Charlie laughed. "I need a drink, and from the looks of it," she glanced down at his pants, where he was trying to adjust himself. "So do you."

Adam laughed. "Yeah, I would guess so."

"So you and Monroe, huh?"

Charlie blushed. "Yeah, I guess."

Adam laughed. "I knew when I went to get you that you hated him so much, it must have been something more."

She scowled at him and nudged him playfully.

"So where's a good place to get some good alcohol and bad service?"

Adam laughed at her. "Come on. If we ride, we'll be there in about 30 minutes.

Charlie giggled with him, ready for some cheap booze and a distraction from her distraction.

Monroe watched out the window, not expecting what he saw, when he noticed Charlie riding away with someone. Was that...Adam? His jaw clenched. Someone had a lot of explaining to do when they got back.