Chapter Thirty Two

Charlie's P.O.V.
Brax and I spent awhile together at the house. I had to pull away from him now as my shift for work was about to start in the next half hour or so. Fortunately he understood and stood up from the couch; allowing me to go into the bathroom for a quick shower. I mainly tried to wash off any evidence about Brax being with me which luckily didn't take very long. It wasn't until when I turned the shower tap off where I realised my officer uniform was still left in the laundry basket, waiting to be ironed.

I shut the shower door behind me and stood onto the bathroom floor mat. While quickly drying myself, I turned around and scanned my eyes around the bathroom, looking for my bathrobe. Unfortunately, only Ruby and Leah's bathrobes hung on the back of the door. Dammit, I said to myself. I had left it hanging on the door of my bedroom. My bra and underwear wasn't in the bathroom either. How organised Charlie, I thought to myself. Hearing the TV speakers blaring from the room next door, I knew Brax hadn't left the house from earlier before. The living room was the room which connected every other room to each other. It was impossible for me to walk into my own room without him seeing me.

I pulled my towel around me and tucked the ends in; making sure that it was secure before going out of the room. Even if I didn't have any clothes with me, I could at least cover myself up. Hoping Brax wouldn't hear me, I shut the bathroom door as quietly as I possibly could behind me and tip toed lightly down the short hallway. Either way, whether I was walking too loudly, or Brax had really good ears, he heard me coming in. He stood up quickly and smiled a huge cheesy smile. It slowly began to fade away as his eyes gradually grew larger as he kept staring at me.
"Charlie..." he said.

I didn't bother answering him as I already knew what happened. My towel had started to feel loose and it slowly slid off. Unintentionally, it began to reveal more and more of my body. It unravelled around my breasts and slid down my body, landing on the ground before I could do anything. Brax winked at me cheekily. "And I get to call you mine," he said.
My face instantly flushed red with embarrassment. Usually it was Brax who I saw half naked. All I ever stripped down to was my bra and underwear which was probably awfully familiar to him nowadays. I quickly gathered my towel off the ground and rushed into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

That was the worst case scenario. Never in a million years did I ever want that to happen to me. I took deep breaths as I leaned against the door of my room. As much as I loved Brax, I didn't want to go outside my room and see him again. Knowing him, he will most likely always bring it up again and again during every opportunity he would have. I swear I would die of embarrassment if this ever got out. While trying to calm myself down, I pulled my bra and underwear out of the draw. I buckled my bra together and slid my underwear up to meet my hips. The corner of my eye caught sight of the time. "Crap," I instantly thought. My shift was starting in twenty minutes and I still had to iron my uniform, as well as driving down to the police station.

Brax's P.O.V.
On top of the sound of the TV, I heard the doorknob twist. As Charlie was the only other person in the house, I figured it was her coming out of her room. For her sake, I continued to watch TV and pretended as nothing different had happened earlier. As much as I enjoyed the little scene, I tried to keep a straight face to avoid her from embarrassment.
"Do you want me to drive you to work?" I asked her, attempting to be polite.
"Uh... I'm not too sure if that would be the best idea..." she replied.
"That's true... I guess I should go then?" I said.
No response came from Charlie. Instead, I heard her going out of the room. I got up from the couch and wandered over to the doorway to see what she was doing. Fortunately for me, I saw her walking towards the laundry room, only wearing her bra and underwear. I couldn't help myself but smile. My smile had lasted a tad bit too long and Charlie saw me as she turned her head around.

Charlie's P.O.V.
I wasn't too worried that Brax had seen me as if was nothing new. He had seen me like this numerous times. Besides, nothing could have possibly been more embarrassing than what had happened earlier. I smiled back at him, hoping he would get the message that there was no awkwardness.
"So uh... Do I go now?" he asked me another time.
It didn't worry me so I shrugged my shoulders. He decided to stick around and would leave when I did. Seeing as he wasn't doing anything, I asked him to pull out the iron board while I went off to get the iron itself.

My phone was ringing while I was ironing. It lay on the coffee table, in an arm's reach of Brax.
"Can you please look to see who it is?" I asked him.
"It's your work," he replied.
I glanced up at the clock hung on the ceiling. No, I wasn't late for work. "What other reason could it be?" I asked myself.

Brax walked over to my side of the iron board and handed me my phone. Time was running out, and I still hadn't ironed the pants of my uniform. I told him to put it down on the board next to me, answer it, and activate it to speaker. Brax made sure he could contain himself to keep quiet before pressing the green answer button.
"Sergeant Buckton," I said into the phone.
"It's Constable Watson here," she said.
I was about to tell her that I still had a few minutes before my shift started, but she wasted no time, which prevented me from saying anything.
"We've just caught someone in possession of a bag full of marijuana," she said.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"Brodie Upton," she answered immediately.
As my jaw dropped, so did Brax's.