Chapter 4Charlie was not interested in ice cream. Neither was Rachel, either.
The moment Charlie was inside the house, Rachel pressed her against the doorway. She was still wearing her boots, thick soled ones that made Rachel feel as if she was making out with a biker. When Charlie broke the kiss, a half minute later, it was only so she could slip off those boots and make sure the door was shut completely. It took so much discipline and energy from them to complete these small tasks—but once it was complete, it was worth it.
Because Rachel was utterly enchanted. Rachel felt downright transformed herself, her vision of Charlie as a wet blanket now to some dark and mysterious goddess before her, kissing her, touching her. Her mind vaguely wondered if Charlie still snorted when she laughed;
