Sorry it took a while for me to update but here is chapter 6. I hope you'll like it :)
He looked very peaceful when he slept. Not at all tensed like he did when he was trying to find a solution to a math problem or when he visited a crime scene. No, this was different. He almost looked like a child when he lied on his stomach right there next to her. Except that he wasn't a child. In fact Charlie was far away from being a child as anyone could ever be. He had proven that to her last night. Three times actually.
Last night was wonderful. She remembers every single detail of it and every little word he had whispered into her ear when he made love to her right here in her bed just a couple of hours ago. She shivered as the memories came back.
Amita was lying awake in her bed watching and listening to his breathing. She too was lying on her stomach only a few inches away from his face. He was so…relaxed. She loved seeing him like that. A few minutes later he began to stir and caught her gaze as soon as he opened his eyes. A smile spread across his face when he saw her.
"What are you doing all the way over there?" Amita noticed the sound of sleep linger in his voice. She smiled back at him and moved towards him. Still face to face with each other he wrapped his arms around her to keep her as close to him as he possible could. He gently brushed her hair away with his hand and gave her a warm slow kiss on her mouth. It was more than welcomed.
"Sleep well?" Amita asked when the kiss ended.
"Mmm…very. You?"
"Best night in a long time." Charlie held her tighter and with a quick move he turned them around. He placed himself on top of her and looked down with big brown eyes on the woman lying beneath him. He caressed her cheek and Amita closed her eyes at the sensation. When she opened them again he smiled at her and lowered his head to give her a couple of soft kisses on her neck and slowly moved towards her now open mouth. She moaned with pleasure.
"Best morning in a long time too, you know." She said between kisses. He chuckled and continued before he remembered something.
"Wait. What time is it?" She turned her head to look at the watch on the nightstand.
"It's half past nine. Why?"
"Half past nine?" She nodded.
"Charlie?" He looked down and caught her wondering gaze.
"I was supposed to meet Larry at my house today."
"Today?" He bit his lower lip and nodded. "When?" She continued not really sure if she wanted to hear the answer.
"Thirty minutes ago." Her mouth opened and formed a small "o".
"But I haven't heard the phone. I mean shouldn't they have called if they wondered where you were." Amita told him.
"Probably, but I…I turned off my cellphone yesterday before I knocked on your door. I didn't want us to get interrupted again."
They looked at each other for a long time before both of them burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry." Charlie started when the laughter soothed. "I know that we agreed not to tell them yet but…" Charlie tried to apologize but Amita interrupted him before he got a chance to finish.
"Charlie…it doesn't matter if they find out about us. I mean…we agreed to tell them when it became more serious and…well…I guess that time is here."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure and besides…" She continued and smiled. "Don probably already knows about us."
"Yeah, I guess we should have been a little bit more…discreet."
"You think?" Charlie smirked and gave her a quick kiss before he got out of bed to get dressed. While Charlie was busy finding his clothes Amita slipped out of bed and put on a pink robe. She stopped before she entered the living room to watch him button his shirt. He felt her presence and saw her leaning on the doorframe smiling at him.
"What?" He wanted to know.
"Just…you." She said and started to walk towards him. She stopped only inches away from him and looked into his eyes.
"You should know I had a really good time yesterday…with you." He said staring at her lips.
"Me too," Amita whispered into his ear. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him. Their lips met for a final kiss before he had to go.
About twenty-five minutes later he was home. The traffic wasn't too bad. He definitely had experienced worse. The car on the street told him that Larry was already here. Great. On his driveway he noticed another car he immediately recognized. Charlie sighed. The car on the driveway indicated that Don was here and it was not an impossibility that some of his working buddies was here too.
"Charlie! What a pleasant surprise. Nice of you to join us," Don greeted him when he entered the house.
Charlie said nothing. He hung his jacket on the chair next to him and turned around only to give them an embarrassing smile.
"Where have you been man and why are your cellphone off?" Don asked. Charlie looked around and saw Don, Larry, his father and Megan looking like living question marks. Charlie cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I…I forgot what time it was and then…then I…when I remembered I hurried home as quickly as I could." Don, always the attentive one, noticed how Charlie tried to avoid eye contact. There definitely was something he was trying to hide.
"Where have you been Charles?" Larry asked and looked at him. Charlie caught his gaze and felt the guilt coming.
"I'm so sorry Larry. I…I was out…just out."
"Out?" Now Alan was interested, but only because he was worried about his son. Charlie made the same stunt after his mother's death. That is to say when he wasn't too busy writing on his boards in the garage. Charlie used to wander the streets in the middle of the night thinking of…nothing and everything. Even Don was a bit anxious about his younger brother and one time he even confronted him about it. Don knew what kind of things that happened during the nights in this city. Bad things. And knowing that Charlie was alone out there was hard to process. To both Alan's and Don's relief Charlie's behaviour stopped after a while and they never mentioned it again.
"What do you mean out?" Alan continued.
"Oh, you know…just out." Charlie couldn't stand still anymore. He walked into the kitchen and poured some coffee into a cup. What should he say? It didn't matter how old he were he always felt uncomfortable talking about these sorts of things. He took a sip before he joined the others in the living room again. He stood still with his cup in his hands and noticed four pair of eyes staring at him. Something caught Don's attention and before he knew it…
"Is that a hickey?" Okay, Charlie could now feel the redness on his cheeks.
"What?" Charlie said and let go of his cup with his one hand only to cover his neck with it.
"Oh my good. It is!"
"Way to go Charlie." Megan said as Don tried to squeeze some more information out of him. She had been quite until now because she didn't think Charlie needed another one to question him. Don's gaze wandered from Charlie to his father to Megan and Larry and back to Charlie again. This time with a huge grin on his face. Charlie closed his eyes and waited for the words he knew were going to escape Don's mouth.
"It's Amita, isn't it?"
TBC
