Drama Queen by Charlie Novak

Author:Charlie Novak [Novak, Charlie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-27T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Bubblegum Galaxy

The first time I saw the negative comments, I was lying on West’s bed on Sunday afternoon.

I’d ended up back at his after the show on Saturday night, and I still hadn’t gone home. Neither of us had said anything about it, but after we’d fucked, West had held me until we’d fallen asleep and this morning he’d insisted on making me breakfast before asking if I wanted to chill for a bit.

I’d spent all day either naked or in a borrowed pair of boxers and an oversized T-shirt, and it was all so fucking perfect I didn’t want the bubble to burst.

At some point I’d have to head home, if only because I had work in the morning and didn’t have any clothes, but I was going to leave it until the last possible minute and enjoy every second until then.

We hadn’t talked about me introducing West as my boyfriend last night, but the idea of calling him a friend didn’t sit right in my stomach and I didn’t fancy explaining the ins and outs of my sex life to Bitch and Eva. So boyfriend it was.

West hadn’t freaked out, which was a good sign, but he hadn’t mentioned it either. I knew I needed to say something but I didn’t want to ruin the day with a heavy, emotional conversation that might not end the way I wanted. Because the more I thought about it, the more my heart attached itself to the idea of being West’s boyfriend. And while there were signs he felt the same, like showing up unannounced with flowers, not batting an eyelid at meeting my friends, and bringing me back here and spending hours kissing every inch of my body until I was nothing but a melted puddle of need in the middle of his bed, I didn’t want to assume.

There were the breakfast sandwiches too, and the way he’d asked about my story hour outfit with genuine interest and had me explain the very basics of dressmaking. The way he’d put his arm around me and pulled me close as we’d watched old episodes of Made in Chelsea, laughing at the scripted pretentiousness of it all.

If we were only hooking up, I doubted he’d have wanted to spend the day hanging out with me like this—lounging in bed without a care in the world.

I was lying there scrolling through my phone while West sat on the floor with a foam roller, gently stretching out his muscles. My eyes kept roaming across to him, silently taking in the gorgeous expanses of skin and muscle. He was currently shirtless, in nothing but a small pair of shorts, and I kept focusing on his broad shoulders and thick thighs. There was a dark bruise blossoming across his ribs that he had no idea where it’d come from, but it didn’t look as bad as the one on his face, which was now varying shades of purple and yellow.

“You’re watching me,” West said as he adjusted his seat and leant forward, stretching out his thigh.

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