Helen finished shortly from the kitchen and headed to the room where she and Charles slept.
Getting to the room, she heard Charles taking a shower in the bathroom. She excitedly pulled up her shirt over her head and pulled down her pants.
She was startled naked as she pulled the door open. Charles had his back turned against the door, the shower open on his head, so he hardly heard her when she walked in.
She moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his cold torso from behind. He jumped up in fright and broke into laughter after on.
“Helen! Why did you do that? You scared the shit out of me!” He exclaimed in surprise, and she also broke into laughter.
“I’m sorry! I just didn’t want you to leave the bathroom without me taking a shower too.” She pouted.
He smiled widely and turned to look at her face. He wrapped his arms around her waist and yanked her closer to him.
He leaned forward and moved his right hand up to her face, making sure his hand never left her body. His hand brushed the side of her breasts, making her shiver.
He grabbed her face slightly and raised her head to meet his face. He stared at her lips, and then at her face again.
“What kept you so long in the kitchen?” He asked in a whisper and covered her lips with his afterwards.
He took her lower lip in swiftly and nibbled on it, not giving her a chance to give an answer to his question. She parted her lips enough to deepen the kiss.
As soon as their breathing began to grow intense, he broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.
“It’s been so long we’ve had a moment like this. It’s been so stressful lately.” He mumbled as he picked her sponge that was sitting not so far from him.
“I know, baby. Elena and I were still talking about that and that is why we spent quite some time in the kitchen.”
“Really? What were you talking about?”
“Well, I had to apologize to her for James’ behavior towards her lately. She has been receiving all the hate lately and I’m not so happy about it. She had been trying so hard to make him understand that she knows nothing about this.”
James heaved a sigh and poured little lotion soup on the sponge. He soaked it in water for a few seconds and made her turn her back to him. He began to scrub her back.
“I know this isn’t a good thing to say now, but we can’t really trust anyone right now. James is just trying not to let his guard down.”
“Yes, I do understand that. But he is hurting her in the process. He shouldn’t make it so obvious. What if she is truly innocent? He would feel bad at the end of the day.”
“Ahhhh… it’s all so crazy these days. I just want this to end as soon as possible. I want us to go back home and have the whole day together.”
Helen smiled and bounced her head. “I feel the same way too. Penelope and I haven’t even had a proper catch up since we’ve met. It’s so crazy!”
“Yes! And that reminds me. We had a talk this morning. I never knew we'd met before.”
“What? Really?” She turned to look at him, and he bounced his head.
“Yes. I was surprised too. She said we met about thirty years ago, in front of a mall.”
“In front of a mall? In Alabama?” She further asked.
“Yes. Why are you so curious about it? Did she mention it to you?”
“You bumped into her?”
“Yes. She said we didn’t have time to get to talk. I still can’t remember how it happened, it’s so long.”
“Wait… so you are the guy she told me about?”
She stepped back from him and looked at his face. “Told you? What did she tell you?”
“She said she met a handsome guy at the mall, you bumped into each other, and didn’t get time to talk. She told me this years ago, before we lost contact.”
“Really? That’s crazy. I still can't remember a thing about it. It’s been such a long time. Maybe I didn’t pay attention to her at all.”
“This is crazy.” She mumbled and slowly turned her back to him again, so he could continue scrubbing her back.
“It’s not such a big deal. It’s been so long.”
“So that is why she was moody at dinner?”
“What does that have to do with her mood? She probably must have remembered me from the first day we met. Why would it change anything now?”
“Maybe because you never paid attention to your visit, or maybe because we were all over each other today.”
Charles creased his brows and stopped rubbing her back for a second.
“I’m lost, baby. What are you trying to say?”
“Listen. Penelope is someone that hates to share her things or anything she calls hers. When she told me about the man she bumped into at the mall, it was like she wanted him to herself. Like she wanted to get married to him.”
“And…”
“Now I got married to you. Don’t you think she would be offended?”
“Offended? I didn’t even know her. Why would she be offended? I am confused as f**k.”
“She wanted you…”
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