#put it under a read more just in case smlkwer I can never tell when that line is to put it under there

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As much as Charlie always told herself she had grown up and moved on with her life, she had to admit that whenever she was with Chance was when she truly felt like herself. To her it didn't matter how long apart they were since their last time together, coming back always felt like coming home and she always loved feeling at home. No matter what they had gone through, with or without each other, they were always magnetized back to each other she felt.

Feeling his arms around her only encouraged her to move forward. Blurring whatever facade of lines she thought she put up when she was coming there. Charlie was eager to press closer, closing any space left between.

She held on tight, letting Chance move her anywhere he wanted. It didn't matter to her what was going to happen next, always just thinking in the here and now and what the two of them so clearly and wanted. She threaded her fingers through his hair, desperately clinging onto anything to ground her in the moment.

It was only a night, which was what he told himself every time that they stumbled into bed together in a way that made him remember the way they used to be around each other. As long as he could ignore the way that he'd been emptied out in the morning when she'd all but disappear. There was another life to her that he didn't belong in anymore, not even if he thought for a moment that he might fit in there - they had grown up a bit since the time when their lives were tangled up. But it didn't make it any easier when he wanted nothing more than to keep the night going.

Chance didn't want to think, because if he did then there would be plenty of reason to stop kissing her and let her go before the night even started instead of drawing her back in again. Instead he focused on her voice, letting it pull him back in with a faint smile on his lips before he was kissing her back again. There were no thoughts this time, not as his arms encircled his waist and pulled her tight against him to where there was nothing left between them.

He'd come to regret it in the morning, again, but that was tomorrow's problem as he moved them backwards until she was pushed against the counter. It wasn't enough for him, wanting more as he lifted her into his arms so that he could move her further into the apartment and forget every reason to do this but the one that wanted it.