After my very inappropriate wet dream about Charlotte I haven't been able to look at her the same.
I only woke up from it thirty minutes ago.
We're currently sitting across from each other and eating our tacos silently.
"You've been quiet ever since you came downstairs," she says as she gazes at me intently
"Really?" I whisper sarcastically
"What's wrong, Aspen?" Charlotte asks seriously
When I don't answer she walks around and stops in front of me only to place her hand carefully on my knee. I shiver before moving my leg so that her hand falls off of me.
Why am I still turned on?!
It's so frustrating!
Gosh, if she only knew what her touch did to me.
I turn to look at her and she's frowning.
Shit, I didn't mean to upset her.
"I'm sorry, Charlotte, I just don't feel good" I say
