My biggest mistake

Awkward encounters

Charlotte’s POV

I felt slightly uncomfortable with both David and Alex in my apartment, there was just some kind of tension I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I hadn’t seen David much since my dream all those years ago, I put distance between us and only went to see Jill and the kids when he wasn’t home. See him here and now pushes all of those memories back into my head and I can’t seem to stop imagining different scenarios besides the dream.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” My brain screamed. “Your soon to be ex husband is sitting right in front of you with his COUSIN and you’re day dreaming about David bending you over your kitchen table?” God, it’s not like I was thinking about these things on purpose. I just-

Alex speaks interrupting my inner monologue, snapping me out of my day dream and argument with myself. “Well now that everyone is caught up on all of the drama and I’m not needed anymore I’m gonna head out to get Lee. Call me later Char, please.”

“Uh, sure.” I say, wondering why he needs me to call him. With Alex gone it’s just David and I sitting in awkward silence staring around my living room. While David is Just staring down at his beer I take the time to actually look at him.

Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever realized hot attractive he was before. He's hot as hell. Dark brown hair is tousled on his head to perfection. He has high cheekbones, and a chiseled jaw that looks so sharp it could cut diamonds. His skin is smooth, and his eyes are a piercing blue. His forearms are both fully covered in ink, the designs dripping down to the tops his hands.

He must feel my stare because he looks up at me folding his arms over his chest and lifts his head higher. Massive muscles pop and thicken as he flexes.

I feel so uncomfortable words just start pouring out of my mouth, “I’m making dinner here in a few, would you like to stay?”

At the he smirks nodding his head yes that he’ll stay. So I get up and head into the kitchen to get dinner started. I feel him before I see him, it’s like my body is some how tuned into his.

“Do you need any help?” He asks, and I shake my head no, The pounding in my heart timing in my ears.

So he sits at the table while I bust my self with making dinner, chatting back in forth about the things we’ve been up to and how I feel about the situation with Alex. It’s easy and light for the most part and I’m becoming extremely comfortable just eating with him. So it become a pattern, everyday around 7 he’ll come over and help me with dinner or sit at the table and we’ll talk about our days.