CHARLES’S POV
“You are acting like a child. I kissed you. It’s not like I gave you a blow job.” I jab Erik in the shoulder while he scrubs his face like a madman.
“You didn’t kiss me! You slobbered on my face!” Erik scrubs and scrubs, if he does it any harder, I can see him rubbing the pointy nose off that baby face of his.
“Damn, I didn’t mean to get you so flustered,” I tease. “Maybe I should do it again just to make sure I do it right the next time.”
I try so hard to keep a serious face just for Erik, but the minute he stops scrubbing and looks up at me, I fall apart laughing. I have never seen him appear so rough before. Erik’s eyebrows are sticking straight out like peacock feathers, and his usually perfect mousse hair is sitting flat as a pancake. I smile and laugh. The stomach c
