Jane POV

       He shoved me gently back against the wall, pressing his warm body closer to mine, one of his hands snaking my wrists. In one fluid movement, he pinned both my hands above my head. With his free hand, he took my chin between his fingers and tilted my head ever so slightly upwards, lowering his head and kissing me on my neck. 

       Continuing down towards my chest, a soft sigh escaped my lips, "Mmm... Charlie..." I said, slipping my hands from his grasp and running my fingers through his dark hair, eventually coming to a rest on his cheek.

       He stood, smiling, with a feisty gleam in his now aqua colored eyes. "Kiss me," I said, and he did, and it was everything I had hoped it'd be. His lips were soft but firm, curious as well as inviting.

       Everyone says you imagine fireworks; well I could feel the fireworks, running all up in my arms and down my legs. It wasn't my first kiss, but it felt like I had been struck by lighting. Static energy coursed through me, charging every cell with need.

       His hands were knotted in my hair, and my hands had roamed up to remove his shirt, meeting his soft chest that lay beneath the thin fabric. I was so ready for what more was to come when a loud, insistent knocking pounded the apartment door. We froze, glancing at each other anxiously before hearing a voice.

       "C'mon dude, it's me! Let me the fuck in!" Roger. He sounded pretty irritated but I was sure I heard a hint of... paranoia? I looked back at Charlie and we simultaneously shrugged.

       "Coming!" I shouted as I attempted to untangle myself from him. I left the bedroom and opened the front door to find a very fearful Roger, rushing past me to get inside.

       "Roger..." the words stuck in my throat like wadded up bubblegum. "What's going on?" I managed to ask through the dryness in my mouth.

       I followed him to the sofa as he plopped down, head in hands and rubbing his temples. "Do you need anything?" I asked, desperately trying to calm him.

       "Where's Charlie?" he asked, not looking up.

       My heartbeat quickened, he could only be this upset for one reason... "He's-"

       "I'm right here," Charlie cut me off, entering the small living room, pulling on a white tee as he took a seat next to Roger.

       "You good man? What's up?" He waited patiently for an answer- while I sat impatiently, growing more and more anxious with every second. Charlie seemed to finally understand that there could only be one reason for Roger to be acting so 'out-of-whack.'

       "Roger," Charlie said, his voice stern, but barely above a whisper, "What. Happened?"

       Finally, Roger looked up, first into Charlie's eyes, then into mine. He had tears streaming down his cheeks, "Someone knows."

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Authors Note

I do truly hope you are intrigued after reading this!

I have so many ideas and surprises for this book,

keep reading, I promise you won't regret it~