Falling for the Leclerc's

                           Grace's pov

I open the door and to my surprise, Charles is standing in front of me.

"Charles? What are you doing here?" I ask confused. It's already 12am and I wasn't expecting this late night visitor.

"Mon amour!" He says. More like screams in my face. His eyes are bloodshot and he's hardly standing.

He's wasted.

Why is he drinking so much on race season? This is so unlike him.

I sigh when I look at him standing outside my door. This literally cannot continue going. I'm with Arthur during the day, then with Charles during the night. I've never been more confused in my entire life.

"What? Are you not gonna invite me in?" He says while walking into my room.

I give him a cold stare for barging in.

"What?" Charles says innocently while sitting in my bed. "Is my brother hiding somewhere in here or something?" He then chuckles.

"If you came here to be rude to me, you can leave." I tell him, clearly hurt from the joke he made.

"Leave my head first!" Charles says while getting up from the bed, now standing dangerously close to me.

I walk a few steps back, trying to put some distance between us, but he closes the space again. I can feel his breath on my cheek.

"You're drunk." I tell him and put a hand on his chest, pushing him away lightly.

"Mhm..." Charles says. He's staring me in the eye, then he looks at my lips and then to my eyes again. A thousand thoughts run through my head.

Would he be here if he wasn't drunk?

"What are you doing here Charles?" I ask again.

"You asked me that already, mon amour."

"I never got an answer."

Charles raises his hand and grabs a lock of my hair, putting it behind my ear.

"Ask me what I want." Charles says with a firm tone.

"What do you want?" I ask slowly and confused.

"I want you to kiss me back." He whispers.

"Wha-"

I never finished that sentence because he smashes his lips onto mine.

Electricity runs through my entire body and I give in immediately. Charles' lips are soft and warm, just how I remembered them. He tastes like tequila and strawberries...like heaven.

One of his hands sneak behind my neck, pulling me closer to him and the other is on my jaw, grazing it slowly. You could almost hear our hearts pounding.

Charles gently bites my bottom lip and I shiver. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding. Suddenly he's kissing me harder, deeper, like he's never done before, like he's trying to make up for all our time apart, for all the time lost.

He's kissing me like he needs me. He's kissing me like there's no tomorrow. He's kissing me like our lives depend on it.

"I fucking missed you." he says in between kisses and it steals my breath away.

Every inch of my body melts into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. I want more, I need more.

I had forgotten how good it felt to be held by him, to be his.

We slowly part our lips and Charles looks deep into my eyes. His kisses...they show me that every other kiss I've had in my life has been wrong.

"Can I...stay here tonight...with you?" He asks me unsure.

I look at him and he almost looks miserable.

"Of course." I say softly and grab one of the shirts that I had stolen from him back when we were dating, and give it to him.

"I see you still can't get rid of my things." He says with a smirk on his face, his dimples appearing while he's slowly taking the shirt he's wearing off.

I blush and turn around so he can change, but also for him not to see the effect he still has on me.

Charles walks towards me, putting his hand up my arm and slowly going up. I feel butterflies by his touch alone. He puts my hair aside, my neck bare in front of him. Sweet kisses are planted while Charles' hand goes under my shirt.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He then whispers to my ear.

I turn around, look at him and nodd.

"Anything"

He cups my face with both of his hands before he says "I still have pictures of you hung up on the walls of our apartment."

Did I hear that correctly?

He said our apartment. Is a part of him still hoping that I will perhaps come back?

"What?" I ask surprised. I never expected that.

"Mhm."

"But...why?"

"I couldn't get rid of them." His voice breaking a bit "I tried to...believe me but I just...couldn't let you out of my life."

Charles buries his face on my neck.

I always had believed that our break up meant nothing to him, that it didn't affect him whatsoever because he had let me go...too easily.

But him being miserable in front of me, leads me to believe that he never truly let me go.

"But Charles...that's exactly what you did." I tell him while I stroke the hair on his neck.

He then looks up, with a shocking look on his face, as if it suddenly hit him that I'm not his anymore, and he's not mine.

"Why'd you leave me Grace?" He asks.

"Why'd you let me go Charles?" I ask.

We both stare at each other, none of us answering each other's questions.

"I need you to feel for me again and once you do...I need you to stay." Charles says and hugs me, his eyes watering.

My heart breaks at his words.

I never stopped loving you.

I lead Charles to my bed and help him get inside. Charles hugs me, his face resting on my chest. I gently stroke his hair.

"Good night, mon amour."

"Good night Charles."

Once his breathing gets even, I realise he's fallen asleep. I fall asleep in his embrace too, feeling safe and at home for the first time in awhile.

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