Part 23
“You okay?” Shela whispers against her neck and Charlotte doesn’t understand how Shela knew she was awake until careful fingers stroke up the column of her neck and press against her insistent whirr of her pulse. “Yeah,” Charlotte hums but Shela still leans up on her elbow to check over her anyway. Her fingers trace the line of Charlotte’s jaw and cup her cheek. Her thumb sweeps over Charlotte’s skin and a small smile quirks at her lips when she pushes Charlotte’s wayward locks away from her face. “Your hair is crazy,” she comments as her hand moves down to press against Charlotte’s diaphragm. She looks incredibly proud of herself and Charlotte knows exactly what she means by crazy. Charlotte has other things hair and she can already feel it matted to the back of her hea
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