Charlotte's first instinct on feeling their lips touch was go push him away.
But instead, she remained there frozen, having images of when she kissed Wilson flood her brain, immediately prompting her to push him away from her.
"Charlotte-"
"I'll pretend that didn't happen," she said as she rose to her feet. "So don't you ever try something like that with me ever again."
"Charlotte," he called out to her again just as she was about to leave and grabbed her by the arm. Without hesitation, she yanked her arm from him and shot him glare.
"Don't come after me."
On her words, he slowly returned to his seat, Charlotte shooting him one more glare as she walked out of his presence to head straight to the bathroom.
Aggressively wiping the traces of his lips against hers, she cursed. All than
