His bare arm was resting around her waist as he held her close to his warm body. Quite unaware of it of course. Amita must have been awake for at least twenty minutes by now and she had no intention of moving away from the comfort Charlie was providing. It had been a while since she was this close to someone and she sure had missed it.

The sun was barely peeking in through the curtains and it was still kind of dark in his room when it suddenly occurred to her what happened last night. She'd actually slept with Charlie. Well, not slept as in…had sex with him. All they did was share a bed but still...she'd slept with Charlie.

A smile found its way to her lips and she closed her eyes to savour the feeling of his chest against her back and his breath on her neck.

She must have lied there for ten more minutes until she felt him move.

"Amita?" Hearing his quiet and tired voice this close to her ear almost gave her goosebumps.

"Schh." She silenced him. "I'm sleeping." She whispered and her smile grew even wider as she realized his arm was still around her.

"Liar." She giggled. "Did you sleep well?"

"Best sleep I've had in a long time." She admitted.

"Glad to hear that."

She turned around to lie on her back. Charlie on the other hand didn't move from his position on the side. He didn't even pull his arm away but kept it on her stomach just below her breast as if it belonged there. He supported his head with his other hand and looked down on the woman lying beside him.

Lying on her back gave Amita a much better view of his room. Her eyes wandered from left to right as she memorized where he kept all of his things. A Rubik's Cube, chalks, more papers and his bag were lying on top of his desk, there was another one of his black boards in the corner (covered with notes of course), his bookshelf was filled with mathematical books and magazines and the walls were partly covered with diplomas he had gotten when he finished school. It was the first time she was here but she didn't have that feeling of unfamiliarity, like she didn't belong here. Every inch of this room reminded her of him and why she was here in the first place. It felt like home.

"See anything you like." He asked when he noticed her wandering gaze. He was fully aware she was inspecting his room; he just wanted to let her know he knew that.

"I'm just looking. I like your room."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's exactly how I pictured it to be."

"You have been picturing my room?" She shrugged which caused him to smirk. "Do you mind me asking what else you've been picturing?"

"You can ask…" she turned to look at him "…but I'm not telling." She said smiling when she saw his disappointment.

Amita closed her eyes still feeling a little tired from waking up earlier than usual. With Charlie lying next to her she felt she could relax. It was Sunday so it wasn't like they had anywhere to be today anyway.

"Not even if I ask nicely." She heard him say.

She let out soft laugh. He just didn't give up. "Not even."

They lied in silence for a couple of minutes until she felt Charlie making patterns on her stomach with his thumb. She opened her eyes and turned her head to the side so she could see him. His head was resting on his pillow and he too had closed his eyes. For a minute she wasn't sure if he even realized what his gentle touch was doing to her.

Still looking at him she took her hand out from under the cover and placed it on top of his. His eyes flew open the moment he felt her soft skin land on his and it took him a moment to figure out if he was dreaming or not.

She didn't know how long it took for him to make the next move but the second his hand came to rest on her cheek she softly leaned into his touch. He slowly dipped his head down and came just a little bit nearer. Their noses touched slightly letting her know they could stop at any minute if she wanted to. But she wasn't ready to stop.

It didn't take long before their lips met in a slow kiss. It was a quick one and when he came up for air he looked for any regret in her eyes. He couldn't find any.

He was only a few inches away from her face and he swallowed hard when he felt her fingers play with his hair in the back of his neck. Amita smiled when she felt him shiver under her touch and she carefully pulled his head back down to her.

The second kiss was longer and much braver than the first one. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue before she couldn't take it any more and finally let him in. The kiss deepened and their breaths became short and rapid. When he heard her moan into his mouth he pulled her even closer, if that was possible.

He was amazed when he felt her hands on his back under his shirt caressing his sensible skin and he started to kiss his way from her lips, down her jawline and finally found a nice spot on her neck which made her moan even louder.

If he only knew how much she wanted him right now. She wanted to savour this moment, remember his uniquely smell, the feel of his tongue on her neck and every other pleasurably things he did or was about to do to her.

His hand had found its way down to her naked thigh and was currently moving just a little bit higher. That's when it hit her. If she didn't stop him right now he would see her. Naked. Was she ready for that?

She felt his hand slip under the shirt onto her bare stomach very close to the mark she had lived with for five years now.

"Charlie, wait." She said and he could clearly hear the fear in her voice. In pure panic she took a hold of his wrist and pulled it out of the shirt, away from her skin and away from her scar. "I can't do this. I'm sorry." She sat up and pulled the shirt down as much as she could to cover her up.

"Amita, it's okay. I shouldn't have done this. I wasn't thinking."

"It wasn't your fault. I...I got scared that's all." She couldn't look him in the eyes. Not after this. One minute ago she'd made out with Charlie and now she acted like a crazy woman. She could only imagine how he felt.

She was shaking but instinctively pulled away when she saw Charlie reach for her hand in the corner of her eyes. "Can I use the shower?" She asked and was still trying to avoid his hurt gaze.

"Sure…of course." He answered her silently. He wasn't going to ask her anything. She probably needed to be alone for a moment to collect her thoughts. And if she wanted to talk about it later he would be there for her; listening and comforting as much as he could.

The cold water hit her warm skin as she stood in one of the house's two bathrooms. "Damn." She muttered under the jets of water. She leaned her forehead against the tile in front of her and supported herself with her hands. She hadn't meant for this to happen. Not now, not ever and definitely not to Charlie. She loved him. Why was she doing this? To him…to herself?

Amita took the shampoo off the shelf and started to lather her long wet hair. She drew a deep breath through her nose and realized that even the shampoo reminded her of Charlie. It smelled just like him and for a moment there they were back in bed; kissing and touching each other. Feeling him so close to her was a feeling she wasn't even going to try to describe.

When she was finished she stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel Charlie had given her around herself. She got dressed, said some encouraging words to her reflection in the mirror and walked back to his bedroom.


To be continued...