20) You're Marshmallow is burning

I roll my eyes when Ashley concludes electrified.

Charlotte.

Charlotte!

I snap my head up when I realize I'm the only Charlotte in this group of

crazy bastards, including Matthew's sister.

"What?" - the redhead anticipates me with a shrill voice, while I find the courage to move my

eyes from Ashley to Matthew, noticing that he stares at me with a serious expression, crossing my eyes his becomes a grimace of defies, but I understand his intentions only when he moves his cousin's body off his legs and stands up.

He does not stop looking down at me as he approaches with his powerful and almost threatening body , as he reaches out in Ashley's direction to steal the pen.

I grit my teeth at his attitude. He could have chosen to drink whiskey, since it's his

favorite drink, instead of touching me with his filthy hands, the bastard!

I look at him from below with a murderous look, as he lowers to my height without

stopping maintaining an eye contact with me, continuing to challenge me with his damn clear eyes, but

I have to look away when she puts his hand on my bare skin,

making me mentally curse myself for putting on shorts.

As if that weren't enough he drags his free fingers over my shorts to move them higher

slowly, as he sighs heavily on my face, lifting a corner of his mouth

when he notices that I stop breathing, even if I look at him with indifference straight into his eyes to make him believe that his touch and his proximity have no effect on me.

I shudder when his fingers begin to touch my fair skin on purpose, while he

presses the tip of the pen to the root of my thigh gently, so much that I can't

hold back a slight sigh that leads Matthew to abandon his defiant grimace and start looking at me so seriously that he literally sinks into my eyes.

Every single letter of his name is sealed on my skin slowly, as if

he wanted to torture me in front of everyone, but if that is his intent he is succeeding.

He is succeeding well, because I can't take my eyes off his, studying his irises so dark that the only thing I can see in it is the reflection of the flames.

"Matthew." - Ian clears his throat and tries to get our attention, but I'm not

the only one to be completely paralyzed, so much that the man in front of me

keeps staring at me even after I finish writing his name on my thigh.

"Charlotte." - this time it's Ashley who calls me with an amused tone:

"Your Marchmellow is burning." - I snap my eyes away from Matthew's to bring them back to what's left of my marchmellow, while I swear softly and jump out of my chair with the intention of pulling Matthew away from my body, but when

I do that and find myself standing he starts looking around with a cold expression.

"I'm tired." - I spit sour at the exact moment Matthew turns his back on me

and returns to his place with the same indifferent expression:

"I'm going to sleep." - I stammer, and then turn my back on my friends.

***

I snort loudly, taking advantage of the fact that I'm still alone and Hardin luckily hasn't returned yet to the tent that we have to share.

I like sleeping in a tent and it gives me a feeling of crazy freshness, but I would have

preferred that mine had been mounted at least a kilometer away from that of the

redhead.

She's been moaning with her fucking shrill, annoying voice for hours, but I can't hold back the urge to vomit anymore and hurry to position myself sitting and drag the pad

with me to plug my ears.

If I had killed Matthew at the exact moment he got his hands on my skin

I would have spared these pornographic noises.

I leave the pillow on the floor and get a disgusted face when the redhead resumes

moaning frantically, making me snort loudly and get up from my seat

suddenly.

I take a deep breath as soon as I find myself outside the tent and throw a dirty look at that

from which the moans come, that make my blood boil in my veins, but instead of

to interrupt them and punch Matthew without thinking twice, I decide to turn and

get away from here.

I hold my breath when my eyes fall on the shiny waters of the river, which is so beautiful

under the rays of the moon to make me shiver.

I walk hypnotized and with my lips open wide towards the shore, bringing a hand on my

forehead to wipe away the sweat that wets my forehead, and then take on a grimace

when I realize I'm barefoot.

A cool feeling calms me when I step into the river and leave my feet be bathed in the cold waters.

I even forget about Matthew and the fact that right now he's having sex with his

cousin in that tent, while Ian's words come back in my head and I get a crazy idea

that leads me to bite a flap of my lower lip.

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