Chapter 124

Charisse's little scheme flopped—big time. Instead of killing the mood, Elliot's confession just lit the whole thing on fire. That kiss? Picked right back up, hotter than ever. It didn't stop there either. They went from lip-locked on the living room couch to tangled up in the master bedroom upstairs, throwing restraint out the window. Rain had started falling somewhere along the way, tapping faster and louder on the glass like background music to the heat and gasps filling the room. Charisse's long hair spread like a flower blooming all over the bed. At first, she could still talk—barely. But later? She was too wiped out to even speak, only able to catch her breath. That didn't stop Elliot though. From behind, he wrapped around her, coaxing her to say she liked him too. By the end, her voice was totally gone. Thankfully, Elliot wasn't heartless—he kept his word and didn't let her lift a finger. He cleaned her up himself, then brought her warm pear soup. Charisse was wiped. Like, even