Chapter 23: I Need To Show Your Hand My Love
But beneath Mika’s current calm exterior, a flicker of worry stirred, he knew Charlotte’s mother, a force of nature in her own right, had been informed of the day’s events.
If she showed up, as she likely would, she’d storm in, scolding him for dodging her calls, for not visiting, and especially for putting himself in danger.
She hated seeing him at risk, her love for him as fierce as Charlotte’s, and Mika had no desire to face her lecture tonight.
He needed to leave, and soon, before her arrival turned the hospital into another battlefield, so he turned to Charlotte, ready to announce his departure, but the words caught in his throat as he gasped, his eyes widening.
Shockingly, Charlotte was holding his left hand, staring at it with a reverent, almost worshipful gaze, as if it were a sacred artifact.
Her fingers traced over his knuckles, her touch delicate but intense, her eyes shimmering with an awe that bordered on obsession.
She looked at his hand like it was her savior, something divine, something she’d give her life for.
The sight sent a chill through him, a bad feeling coiling in his gut, and he forced an awkward smile, his voice hesitant but light.
"W-What are you doing, Charlotte? Why are you staring at my hand like that? It’s not made of chocolate or anything." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, gently tugging his hand to pull it free. "Come on, let go."
But Charlotte didn’t budge.
Instead, her grip tightened, her hands pressing his deeper against her chest, his fingers sinking into the soft warmth of her breasts, her heartbeat rapid beneath his palm.
Her eyes, half-lidded and gleaming with a strange intensity, stayed locked on his hand as she spoke, her voice low and hypnotic, tinged with awe.