June 16th. 1:49AM central time.
Well, hello. It's been a while; I know. My school's on trimesters, so I just started summer break. Finals time was a killer, but I'm glad it's all over now. On to the fun, right? So of course here's chapter four. Special shout out to AlphaTerra who reminds me that I do have active readers.
Also, this chapter is the longest to date. Readers have said they wanted longer chapters, and I love to oblige with what you guys want.
"Chuck, we have to do it."
Chuck groaned then rolled around in bed, turning on his side to face Sarah. She rested her head on her hand all the while staring back at him.
"Sarah, come on. How am I supposed to be nice to a guy that's blatantly an asshole. I'm not going to do it."
"Fine, Chuck. If that's what you want."
"It's what I want. Besides, we can figure out another way."
"Oh, don't worry. I already have."
"Then what's the plan?"
"It won't involve you, but we'll still be able to get close to him. Well I mean, I'll be the only one physically getting close to him."
Chuck realized what she was referring to, and stared at her wide eyed. "No, no, no, no. That is not happening."
"Why not?"
"I can't believe you're even considering it."
"I'm just trying to follow through with our assignment."
"Fine, I'll go over and apologize to the prick tomorrow. Happy?"
"Satisfied," shot back Sarah, smirking in achieving what she was wanted Chuck to do, and unaware of her unabashed flirting. Suddenly noticing their glance was continuing a little too long, Sarah fell back on her pillow. Chuck fell back on his own pillow as well, overlapping Sarah's pillow a bit due to the close proximity of their bodies. Starting to feel restlessness take over, Chuck instinctively reached out towards Sarah, pulling her against his chest. Sarah took a deep breath in his neck, loving the hint of his cologne from work still on his skin; but as soon as that act caught up with her mind, she pushed Chuck away for the second time that day.
"I can go sleep in one of the extra bedrooms if you can't handle this."
"How would that keep up with our cover?"
"Well, marital problems would coincide with my affair idea."
"You are ridiculous."
"Not any more than you, Chuck," Sarah snapped back.
"Hello?" loudly whispered a child's voice as they opened the door into the room.
Chuck and Sarah immediately sat up to witness Andy slowly creeping through the door in his Spiderman pajamas and holding his pillow and blanket.
Sarah broke the silence and asked, "What's going on, Andy? Did you have a bad dream?"
"Mmmhmm."
"You want to come and sleep with us?" questioned Sarah again as Chuck shot her a confused glance.
"Sarah..."
"Chuck, there's plenty of room in between."
"Is that okay?" interrupted Andy.
Chuck nodded back and scooted all the way to his side of the bed from previously being in the middle. Sarah had already moved all the way to the end of her side when she pushed him away, and welcomed Andy. He settled into the middle as expected, laying on top of the covers while being covered by his own blanket. Immediately, Andy closed his eyes, finally feeling safe enough to dream comfortably. Taking one last glance at Sarah, who was staring at the ceiling, and then at Andy who mirrored Sarah but with just closed eyes, Chuck turned away from them. He had to try to break down that wall Sarah had put up again, and for tonight that wall was literally Andy. It's not that he wanted Andy to be scared in his own bed; it's just that Chuck needed to take advantage of this early time to infiltrate that barrier before constant rumination over the topic in her head increased that inability as it always did.
Though again as usual, night had a way of skewing previous intentions. Chuck's body had turned back around, acting as a father cradling or in a way protecting his family. His arm extended over the top of their pillows, as Andy's hand had gripped Sarah's as the night progressed. As he had now done a few times before, Chuck seamlessly awoke before the rest, and took a chance at the morning view. He subtly smiled- the one where his eyebrows furrowed a bit, and his dimples grew visible. Moving closer to his assets, Sarah's head turned and her eyes shot open. Chuck's smile quickly faded when Sarah turned her head around completely to not look at him, and he wondered what it would take to get to her.
Knocking on the door with the same fist that punched Robert Fowler, Chuck uncomfortably stood with a bottle of Cabo Wabo, wondering why this was appropriate. He answered, as intel predicted since he should have be the only one home, and definitely did not expect it to be Chuck.
"I guess I should've looked through the peephole," said the man with the purple left eye.
About to close the door, Chuck held it open with his free hand and said, "Wait, wait. I wanted to apologize about yesterday, about everything that happened. I really am. I mean, talk about bad first impressions. So here-"
First handing the bottle to the man, Chuck then reached into one of his pockets and gave him back his wallet. The man remained silent and just stared at Chuck. Well, with the one eye that opened...
"And you left your wallet too...Alright, well I'm just going to get going."
Right as Chuck started walking away, Fowler shout out, "Do you always get violent when you drink?"
"What?" said Chuck, turning around.
"You went all crazy eyes before you punched me. Eyes rolled back in your head. So by giving me booze, is that a backwards way of saying that's why you hit me? You were drunk?"
Chuck really wanted to say he was giving him the bottle because it was what shown as what Robert Fowler always purchases at the liquor store a mile away, but he stopped. After a few seconds of thinking, Chuck responded, "Yeah...I was drunk, but I'm not violent when I drink. I'm not a violent person."
"Ok, I can take that...So you coming in?"
Fowler led Chuck into his house that was only a block away from Chuck's, and into the basement where a bar also existed. He noticed a few family photos along the way, and found out that Finn was also an only child like Andy. Fowler put a couple shot glasses out, and poured the clear tequila in each one.
"I guess we have a lot in common. We both like to drink after a day of hard work."
Chuck gulped at the thought of drinking, but knew he had to keep up with his lie.
"True."
After a subtle cheers, Chuck swallowed his first shot with surprising ease, but then cringed as Fowler poured another one.
"So Charlie, my wife tells me you work at UBS. Are you an account manager?"
"No, I'm the supervisor of the IT department."
"Oh, that nerdy shit. I get it. I work at Morgan Stanley myself."
"Let me guess- an account manager."
"Yeah, pretty much," said Fowler, taking their second shot, then pouring the thirds, "That wife of yours...Man, if I were you, me and her would already have like 50 kids."
"It's complicated."
"Oh, problems down there?"
"No! It's just we have other things to worry about before we can do that- Can we cool it with the shots?"
"Three shots in a row too much for you, Charlie? Are you a woman? Now I get why you only have one kid and you can't take a third shot-"
"You only have one kid!"
"You haven't seen my wife."
Chuck downed the third shot, and then a fourth.
"That a boy, Charlie."
Frantically trying to get a hold of Chuck's cell or the Fowler home phone, Sarah paced around the kitchen as Andy sat in the adjacent family room. She contemplated going over there, but finally got an answer on the Fowler home line around 8:30PM. Robert Fowler's wife having just arrived home with Finn found both of them in the basement watching a Cubs game together. Finally relieved, Sarah was able to settle and work on her school material, including devising a system of currency for her class entitled, "Bartowski bucks" thanks to Andy's previous advice.
But now the time was 11:30; and being finished with the school stuff, and already having tucked Andy into bed a while ago, Sarah carelessly and nervously watched TV, waiting for Chuck. Abruptly Sarah heard him arrive by first hearing the front door open, then hearing someone fall, and Chuck say, "Dammit."
"Chuck," shouted out Sarah, springing up from the couch to the foyer. As Chuck came into sight, her eagerness to see him faded with his obvious drunkenness: hair slightly disheveled like his hands ran through it too many times, the baby blue oxford halfway tucked in his jeans when it was never tucked in in the first place, and kicking his shoes off, almost hitting Sarah in the process if her reflexes weren't CIA induced.
"Oh, Sarah," said Chuck rather slurred. He walked up to her not in a straight line, "Did I hit you?"
"No. Chuck, you've been drinking?"
"Bonding. Being a spy...James Bonding-"
Stumbling on his last step towards Sarah, Chuck felt Sarah wrap her arms around his sides, guiding him to the stairs.
"Let's get you upstairs. You need to go to bed."
"Yeahhhh...You always know what's best," said Chuck, mocking her with his last statement. Sarah just was concerned about getting him up the stairs which eventually happened. He took a seat on the bed, and tried to unbutton his shirt, feeling dizzy and distorted all the while. Taking notice by quickly glancing back at him from the bathroom, Sarah spit out the toothpaste and went back to Chuck. He didn't even notice her come into view, pushing his hands away and actually unbuttoning the shirt. She then undid his pants, and Chuck responded in lifting up a bit so that the pants would fall when Sarah tugged at them from the bottom. Now only wearing grey and black checkered boxers and a white daigo tee, Chuck draped his hands over Sarah's as they were about to take off his undershirt.
"So, it's about time for us to make love, huh?" haphazardly said Chuck.
"Ugh," responded Sarah, smelling the tequila Casey made him bring in his breath, "That is not going to happen."
"Well, can you...tell me when?"
"Chuck, we can't be together. Why is this so hard for you to understand? It shouldn't be. I don't want to talk about this again, sober or not."
"It's not hard for you, you freakin' robot," said Chuck, getting up from the bed, "I can't be with a robot. I don't want to be with a robot. And I can't sleep with a robot."
"That's nice, Chuck."
"What's gonna be nice is sleeping without ya. Such a damn tease."
He grabbed his pillow and started walking out of the bedroom. Stunned by what just happened, Sarah took a minute to assess it. Shaking her head and running a hand through her own hair, she went out to the hallway and looked over the railing to the family room below. Chuck had curled up on the couch with only his pillow. Just as she was about to run down and give him a blanket, Chuck ruined it.
"And I want a divorce!"
Sarah wanted to say something back, but knew Chuck wasn't in his right mind. Something she did know for sure was that Chuck obviously still wasn't over what was decided, or basically he didn't second her motion for their real relationship to stay motionless. Instead, Sarah just walked back into their room and closed the door. Right as Chuck heard the door close, he closed his eyes. He told himself that he was drunk. He then replayed what he had just said to Sarah, and respectfully started chuckling. Trying to get up for some water, he stopped and resumed his laying down position since dizzyness made it impossible to actually do what he intended. He told himself that he drank too much. That was Chuck's last thought before he passed out.
Right afterward, Sarah couldn't sleep from thinking about him, and came down the stairs, putting a blanket over his almost bare body. Whether she got used to having his warm body next to her in bed or the thought of letting Chuck down for yet another time was hard to swallow, Sarah still couldn't get to sleep. After fully accessing what was said in the original let down of "the talk" with Chuck, Sarah felt wrong in thinking it was Chuck's ego that influenced him to upload the new intersect. Chuck didn't really have an ego, even though he had every right to. He was the most modest man she had ever known. He always thought he was just a normal guy; but Sarah knew better, and uploading the new intersect exemplified that. He sacrificed his own happiness for the ultimate safety of others. Chuck was extraordinary. He was extraordinary to her; and it frustrated Sarah to know she couldn't show it, and she had to keep witness to the disappointment she was responsible in provoking.
A few days later and finally the weekend, Chuck and Sarah had gotten in the swing of things. Chuck's alarm would go off a half hour before Sarah's in the morning. He would get up and stretch, looking at how Sarah's body from all the way on the other side of the bed hadn't moved from when they went to bed. Chuck would then take a shower and get dressed. Afterward, he'd wake up Andy, make sure he brushed his teeth, and both would go down the stairs to each breakfast together. It was around this time that Sarah would awake. Coming down in a robe after a quick shower, she would tell Andy to say goodbye to Chuck, and go get ready for school. While Sarah cleaned up from the boys' breakfast mess, she and Chuck would awkwardly exchange goodbyes before he would depart in his Audi S4 to the train station to start another boring day of work. Though this job paid a lot more than the Buymore, at least he got to make house calls or do sudden missions with the team at it. Sarah finally started gaining some bearings in her classroom with the implementation of Bartowski Bucks. Mrs. Davis even hinted at a schoolwide system in the future.
After work Chuck would continue working when hanging out with Fowler, but now with less drinking and more sport watching. Chuck missed having a friend to somewhat confide in, someone Morgan had been, and Fowler was surprisingly starting to be that person regardless of the real task at hand. Chuck would get home in time for a dinner where he and Sarah spent their attention and words towards Andy and definitely not each other. Most of the time, they all would then watch a movie together; Andy would fall asleep before the end. Chuck would carry him up to bed; and by the time he would return to his own room, Sarah would either be taking a shower or bath or already be in bed, her back facing his side.
It was now Saturday night and their first weekend. Chuck's company was having a benefit downtown, which meant Sarah and Chuck had to face one another for an entire night. Sarah retreated from the bedroom in a Lilly Pulitzer cocktail dress, looking colorful, respectable, and gorgeous at the same time while Chuck looked on at the bottom of the stairs. In a matching green, pink, and aqua blue paisley bow tie, pale blue button down, and black tuxedo, Chuck couldn't help but realize that in any circumstance, Sarah Walker was gorgeous. He would think that same thought when she had bed head in the early morning, and any other occasion of just gazing at her.
"Well, don't you two look like you're going to the prom," grunted Casey.
Sarah had reached the bottom of the stairs and stood by Chuck, still both not saying a word to one another. Andy giggled as Casey smiled at his own joke. Andy sat by Casey's feet, putting together a 500 piece puzzle, and Casey sat on one of the leather armchairs, flipping through the channels.
"We should be back by no later than midnight. Think you can handle it, Casey?" responded Chuck, hoping that they would be back even earlier.
Casey did one his famous growls, and turned his attention back towards the TV. Andy consciously and lovingly turned his attention away from the puzzle to his mock parents. He scurried up to them, wrapped an arm around each of them, and then looked up.
"Can I stay up until you get back? Please?" pleaded Andy. His eyes that barely showed the pupils expressed his comical desperation.
"It's going to be too late, Andy. Tomorrow's another day, alright?" said Sarah, bending in her pumps to meet his eyes.
"What are we going to do tomorrow?"
"What do you want to do tomorrow?"
"Go to Chuck E. Cheese."
"Hey, maybe your Uncle Casey would want to take you. I hear he loves that place," chimed in Chuck. He rubbed Andy's thick and short hair on his head and then continued, "How about I tuck you in when we get back, deal?"
"Okay," replied Andy, smiling wide.
"Okay."
Chuck started walking towards the garage, and Sarah quickly followed after she instinctively kissed the top of Andy's head. After a strange argument of which car to take, both Chuck and Sarah were about ready to leave in Chuck's before Andy appeared from inside the house, trying to flag them down. Putting the car back in park, Chuck unrolled his window to an approaching Andy. Sarah's immediate thought was that he missed them already as much as she did to him. He handed Chuck what looked like two ring boxes. Opening each displayed gold pins, one a simple pin for Chuck's handkerchief, and the other one a flower.
After handing Sarah the flower one, Chuck looked back at Andy confused.
"Surveillance. Casey forgot to give it to you guys."
"Oh."
"Have fun," yelled back Andy over the whisper of a car motor as he ran back into the house.
In general, the benefit was obnoxiously boring. Chuck did his best in remembering everyone's name (since they weren't subliminally embedded), introducing them to his wife, Sarah. Then after the entrance and cocktails, the long speeches began. It's not like Chuck wasn't a charitable guy (obviously), but he would've rather been doing other things. He would have rather been with Andy. The boy was so full of life even when his whole life was supposed to be dedicated to the CIA. It was never anything other than awesome to be around him. This moment in time though at the benefit? He was with Sarah, and it wasn't awesome. They couldn't stare at each other; and if they would slip up and do so, Sarah would be the first to turn her head quickly away. It was as if just the truth in each other's eyes of how they felt was too real, or at least too real to acknowledge.
Even after the speeches ended, dinner and dessert were fully eaten, and the music began, Chuck and Sarah stayed stationary in their seats while most others dispersed on the dance floor or to other tables to talk. Once in a while, a coworker of Chuck's would notice their exclusion and come to talk to them. It wouldn't last long.
"Honey, do you think you can go get us a couple of drinks?" said Sarah, playing the part since a couple from their table just returned from dancing. She draped a hand over her arm, and smiled fairly fake.
"I'm driving, honey." She could hear the mocking in his voice, or at least with the last word.
Putting a hand at the side of his neck, Sarah pulled his head to her, and whispered in his ear, "I know you haven't flashed on anything, but just make another go around. Then we can leave."
Chuck got up immediately. "Okay, I'll risk a DUI."
He buttoned the couple buttons on his tux blazer, and started making his way around the ballroom. Though he desperately wanted to leave, Chuck also didn't want to miss the chance of flashing. He was a spy after all, or at least he was supposed to be one. But after 10 minutes of intensely and awkwardly staring at anyone around him, Chuck was ready to give up. Even going to the bathroom for the second time in the past half hour, Chuck tried to find anyone he had overlooked. For all he had thought, there was no one. He was wrong when a man grabbed his arm from behind when leaving the bathroom. Turning around, Chuck flashed.
Peter Hollingsworth. Vietnam War veteran. Navy Seal. Prisoner of War after falsely identifying Vietnam soldiers from Vietkong. Extracted after 18 months. Becomes CIA agent shortly afterward. Founder of Project Hunter. Released from the CIA after project is a failure.
The old man with a slight fuzz of white hair on his head smiled, and extended his hand.
"My name is Peter Hollingsworth."
Taking it, Chuck also replied, "Chuck Bartowski."
"I know."
"You do?" said Chuck, instantly become weary.
"You're the new IT supervisor for UBS. I hear you do outstanding work."
"Oh, no. Just the normal kind of stuff. So what do you do for UBS?"
"UBS?" laughed Peter, "I don't work for UBS."
"You don't?"
"No, I'm the CEO of Morgan Stanley. The company where your friend Robert Fowler works?"
"Yeah, Morgan Stanley- one of our main competitors."
"Okay, I'll be brief then," said Peter, suddenly talking in a hushed tone, "Our IT department is crumbling. And we need a good IT. I mean, we do most if not all of our business electronically. Now, I've heard that already in the first week of working at UBS, you have them caught up of problems produced from months. Not to mention that your friend Fowler can only speak praises about you. I honestly think he just wants a buddy to have an afternoon drink with-"
"Wait, you want me to go work for you? At Morgan Stanley?"
"Indeed."
"But I just can't up and leave-"
"Yes, you can. I've already reached a settlement with UBS. And I'm willing to give you a 20% increase in pay as well as a bigger office with a view that sees beyond just more buildings. We need you, Chuck; and I'm ready to do anything to get you."
"I think I need to talk to my wife first."
"Okay, okay. I know this is all very sudden; but if you both make the right decision, I'd like you to come in tomorrow around 2 to finalize paperwork, so then you can start working on Monday."
"Alright, maybe I'll see you later?" said Chuck, feeling strange and confused. Peter pat him on the back before Chuck exited back to the ballroom, and Peter disappeared somewhere.
Reaching Sarah still in her same solemn spot at the table, Chuck stood in front of her and said, "Ready to go?"
"Of course."
After telling Sarah everything in the car, Chuck didn't want to repeat it. He just relied on Sarah to relay the information to Casey and the General in an after mission meeting without him. Chuck didn't know what was going to be decided. A part of him expected that he would just stay at UBS. That was where their information indicated as a probable front for the Ring. Analysts didn't even relate anything on Morgan Stanley. Maybe two ex-CIA operatives working at the same company was just a coincidence? Maybe. But in any case, Chuck was tired. Tomorrow was another day, but not before he could tuck Andy in.
Immediately after seeing Andy asleep, Chuck longed to be in the same sleeping serenity that the boy genius displayed. Chuck properly laid Andy's blanket on top of him after noticing he pushed and kicked parts of it off during sleep. Chuck stayed for another minute, unable to tear his eyes away. So this was why parents had kids- admiration of exuberant young life. Yawning, Chuck came back to his senses and left Andy's room, closing the door behind him.
"So you would say that this specific mission was a success, Agent Walker?"
"Of course, General. Chuck was able to ID a possible member of the ring, and was already given an in."
"Were you successful on this mission? Meaning you specifically."
"Why do you ask?"
"This mission as a whole is enormously affected if whether you and Chuck have feelings for one another," said the General, ever more sternly with each syllable, "And after watching numerous hours of his week's past surveillance, I have to say that-"
"General, I don't have feelings for Chuck."
"You don't? Not at all?"
"I know acting as a married couple may provoke that idea, but I have to admit- it's strictly professional. Whatever has been said between us in relation to our feelings," responded Sarah, nervously thinking that the General was referring to the kitchen incident, "...Was just acting."
"Well then that explains a lot."
"Excuse me?"
"What we used to see between you two was a highly believable cover relationship. Oscar worthy even. I was under the impression that this was due to the intimate and emotional feelings each had developed for the other; and it made me believe that Bartowski had been right in that sense too- the "feelings" were indeed an asset. And now, we need that believable cover relationship again if not more. But you just told me that those feelings do not exist anymore, which does explain a lot. It explains the distant and simply awkward relationship that you both have now. So when I asked if you were successful on this mission, the real answer was that you were not."
"Wouldn't it be dangerous, General? That's the main reason why these types of things aren't allowed. Emotions get in the way."
"Consider this mission in particular to be in danger if emotions aren't involved. We're dealing with the biggest threat that the United States has ever experienced, and what's worse is that it's completely underground; meaning, the only way to uncover the threat is to go undercover. Your cover should be your first priority. You need to make Agent Bartowski believe you still have those feelings, and I know you passed Roan's course in training with flying colors."
"Wait," slightly laughed Sarah, "Are you telling me to seduce Chuck?"
"Agent Walker, I give you full permission to use anything at your disposal to make this marriage- this relationship the most believable...The most real. Good luck, Agent Walker. I expect you to say goodnight to Chuck for me."
Was this really happening? Through the course of the past two years, Sarah had repeatedly disregarded any physical contact or real feelings to be shown between them for the sake of their mission. Now it was mission-critical? Aside from just comprehending what the General wanted her to do, a bigger issue was now eating at her brain of how. She could just run upstairs and tell Chuck everything that the General had said and more: that they can be real, they should be real, and she was in love with him. Though Sarah digressed...She wasn't the wordy type. Never has she been loquacious; but more so, Sarah never talks about her feelings. Actions speak louder than words anyway, right? Sarah accepted that rationale, and figured that maybe seduction in where it leads to is sublime in that way.
Once again exhausted from this somewhat normal life, Chuck retired himself to his bed, carelessly watching a rerun of Seinfeld. Sarah walked through the door, and he turned his head slightly to meet her glance.
"You should take off your clothes," matter of fact-ly said Sarah.
"What?"
"You don't want to get them wrinkled."
It was Chuck who averted his eyes away this time, and Sarah decided to get ready for bed. Weirdly accessing what she had said, he finally got up, took off his blazer and tie, and threw them on the chair beside the bed. Just as he unbuttoned the top button on his shirt, Sarah appeared in his range of vision in a black negligee- not her usual sleeping attire. Also not as usual, Sarah kept her eyes in line with Chuck's, walking towards him. She finally stopped just before their toes met, standing entirely in his space.
Taking over the unbuttoning, Sarah would shift her eyes from his eyes, to his lips, and then the buttons. Over and over again. Chuck was at a loss for thoughts, for words; but his heart was not at a loss for beats, gradually speeding up.
Sarah slid the shirt off his shoulders, and grasped the bottom of his undershirt. She pulled it up, Chuck obliging by lifting his arms. The only task left in this particular mission was his belt and dress pants (not to mention socks, but that was always the guys' problem). Instead of going straight for the unbuckling, Sarah was taught better. She knew to tease, even in the slightest. Clutching the top of his pants with hands, Sarah pulled him closer to her, and Chuck felt that he was really going to have a heart attack.
"Wh-What are you doing?" Chuck had barely choked it out.
"Do you really have to ask?"
Chuck lowered his head and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Why are you doing this?"
It was his simple conviction that made Sarah stop what she was doing, come to her senses, and realize that seduction was not meant for Chuck. Raw and genuine love was meant for Chuck, but she couldn't find the words. The thoughts that had stirred and complicated her brain for the past two years could not be wound into words at this moment. With each lingering second, Sarah's heart caught up with her.
"Chuck, I-" whispered Sarah.
Tension of any kind between them seemed to sometimes lead to something physical, but even this was out of left field. He had put his heart on his sleeve so many times to her, and even in the most intense ways this past week only to get turned away. He wanted an answer. He wanted her to put her heart on her sleeve in the way of words this time, instead of him always carrying the load. But he couldn't wait.
"Hold that thought," said Chuck. He released his arms, and moved past her. Thinking that he was going to possibly be a while, Sarah immediately went to the bed, and sat up against the headboard. Just as Sarah was folding her arms, Chuck reached the bedroom door, and fully closed it. Sarah's eyes widened as he proceeded to lock it, and then turn around. In a steady few steps, he was at the end of the bed and directly facing Sarah. Right knee on the bed, he began his trek to her. Left knee on the bed, Sarah's arms had gone to her sides. Long reach with his right arm, Chuck was now hovering directly over her. Long reach with his left arm, Sarah's breathing hitched as Chuck lowered himself on top of her, but kept half of his weight on his surprisingly muscular arms.
"What are you saying, Sarah?" whispered Chuck, with a raspy voice coming out from the lips that were inches away from hers.
Subconsciously, her legs wrapped around him, and linked to each other. Consciously, Sarah let one of her hands cup his cheek while the other weaved through his short curls.
"What I've always wanted to say, Chuck..."
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