Charlotte stirred, twisted, turned then immediately knew she wasn’t in her room.
it wasn’t an unfamiliar bed though as all she had to do was a little thinking to remember how she got herself there.
A little too much to drink. A little too tired to go home and then eventually ending up in Wilson’s house and his room.
“God,” she groaned, pulling the pillows to cover her face in embarrassment as memories of the night came rushing back. “Oh my God.”
Wilson kissed her.
She kissed him back.
She and Wilson kissed.
Not cause they were both under the influence of any alcohol or cause they needed to get out of an awkward situation but because they were both wanted it at that moment.
She couldn’t help but wonder what was going on through his mind when he kissed her. Just like him, she couldn’
