Page 86 of Floored (Frenched 3)
“I am passionate about him.” I put my arm down and stared at the ceiling. “And it’s not just the sex I miss, but his voice, and the way he makes me laugh, and the way he smells and dresses and sleeps. We didn’t see each other all the time, but I always knew there would be a next time, and I’d get giddy with excitement about it. When we’re together, there’s this hum in the air between us I can’t describe. It’s the spark. We have the spark.” I turned my head to look at them. “I’ve always wanted what you have with Lucas, and what you have with Nick. And I feel like I found it.”
“Chemistry,” said Coco softly. “And it’s worth something.”
“Yes. Chemistry.” I stared at the ceiling again, bringing my hands to my forehead in disbelief. “With fucking Charlie Dwyer, the pain in the ass boy next door.”
“Hey, at least he’s not gay,” said Coco.
“Or a priest,” added Mia.
“Very funny.” I sat up. “No, he’s not those things. He may not be perfect, but I do think he loves me.”
“Fuck perfect,” they both said at the same time.
Laughing, I got to my feet. “Exactly. OK, thanks, you guys. I’m going to go call him from home.”
They stood and hugged me goodbye, and I left smiling.
On the way home, I grew even more certain of my decision. If we failed, we failed, but at least I wouldn’t regret not giving Charlie another chance just because I was scared or angry or things weren’t perfect.
My friends were right—fuck perfect.
Nothing and nobody was perfect, not me, not Charlie, not love.
But maybe, just maybe, we could be not-perfect together.
“Hello?”
The sound of his voice made me shiver. I hadn’t heard it in far too long. “Hi.”
“Hey, you. How’s everythin
g?”
“Great, thanks.”
“It’s good to hear your voice.”
I smiled, curling up in the corner of the couch he always sat in. “I was just thinking the same.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I took a breath. “I’ve been thinking a lot about…what we talked about.”
He was quiet a moment. “Oh?”
“Yes.” My stomach was all quivery, even though I was positive this was what I wanted. “I want you to talk to Laura.”
He exhaled. “And you know what it means to be with me?”
“I’ll be with Madison too.”
He chuckled. “Sort of, yes.”
“I know what it means, Charlie. I’m up for it.”
“Oh my God. You just made me so happy.” His voice cracked a little, warming my insides.
“Were you worried?”
