“We shouldn’t be in here,” Charlotte warns.
“Adriana won’t be back for a while.”
“If we get caught ….”
I pull back slightly, enough to turn her around, so her face is only a breath away from mine.
“Are you scared?” I ask while glancing at her lips, desperate to kiss her, wanting to lay her on my bed.
Charlotte places her hands flat on my chest. “I’m scared of a lot of things. Your sister finding out, my dad finding out, and of course, your wife finding out.”
Slowly, I tilt my head so our lips are only inches apart.
“They won’t.”
“How do you know, Alex?”
The truth is, I don’t know anything. But the last thing I want is for Charlotte to walk away and tell me she can’t do this. The thought alone brings a wave of nausea like the air has been sucked from my lungs, and I can’t breathe without her.
And right now, I need to ease her worry.
I cup her face with my hands, guiding her mouth onto mine. Her warm lips part, allowing me to taste her without any resistance. A soft moan escapes her, causing my dick to stir beneath my jeans. Fuck, control yourself.
My hands fall from her face, sliding down to her waist, where I drag her to my bed and pull her down. I watch her chest rise and fall as I lay on top of her.
“I’m not a virgin,” she reminds me.
“I know,” I answer with a forced smile. “I was there when my sister blurted it out.”
“Oh, I forgot.”
My body presses against her, forcing her legs apart. Then, my hands wander to the hem of her navy skirt, toying with the edge of the fabric as she waits in anticipation. Just as I’m about to slide my hand between her legs, the sound of a car catches my attention.
I jump off Charlotte, racing to the window to see my mom’s car.
“Shit, it’s my mom,” I tell Charlotte. “Go to Adriana’s room, and I’ll say you fell asleep since Adriana had to step out.”
Charlotte's eyes widen as she nods in silence. She quickly stands up, adjusts her skirt, then takes a deep breath. She reaches for the door, but I pull her back toward me, leaning in for one more kiss.
“Just so you know, I wouldn’t have fucked you here.”
The corners of her lips curve upward. “And just so you know, Alex. I’m not the type of girl to give in so easily.”
Dr. Hanson places his hand on the doorknob, twisting it without much effort as I follow behind him. The door opening catches Charlotte off guard, causing the plastic heart she’s obviously touched to fall out of her hands and onto the floor.
Her long brown hair falls past her shoulders as she leans forward to retrieve it at the same time I do. Then, I watch her body tense—the stiffening of her shoulders to the way her entire body freezes on the spot.
Swiftly, her eyes are drawn to mine, riddled with panic as they widen in my presence.
Dr. Hanson takes a seat, quick to bring out his notes. “Charlotte, this is my intern, Dr. Alex Edwards. Now, let’s continue our discussion. Are you sexually active?”
Charlotte barely manages to make it to the plastic chair across from us. Unable to look at me, she plays with the loose frays from the rip in her jeans. Her simple white tank and jeans only make her look more beautiful—perfect and simple, enhancing her natural features.
The color of her cheeks quickly changes to crimson, the same color as yesterday when I found her inside my parents’ kitchen.
“Umm, yes … I mean, no … maybe,” she barely manages to answer.
“Perhaps I need to rephrase my question,” Dr. Hanson continues softly. “Have you had sexual intercourse?”