The Bad Boy Next Room (Charlie and Taylor) novel Chapter 24

Charlie saw Macy’s hand tremble, and her eyes blinked repeatedly. Her lips quivered as she asked, “I did not know you had a girlfriend, Taylor.”

Taylor reached out to Charlie and pulled her closer to him. He said, “Yeah, Charlie’s My Girl.”

At that point, Taylor had already put on a shirt. Charlie was relieved because Macy was clearly on a mission here, judging by what she was wearing. She looked really sexy, wearing a halter top, and her boobs looked like they were ready to spill.

“Oh, well, have some snacks,” Macy suggested, her expression sour.

Carl ate first. While enjoying his snack, Macy suddenly picked up a cookie and said, “Hey, Taylor, try this cookie. It’s really yummy.”

Taylor was still drinking his water. He stopped and said, “It’s okay. I can pick up the cookie myself.”

‘Girl, if you can’t take a hint, I’ll slap you!’ someone—or something—said in Charlie’s head. A second personality, maybe?

Of course, Charlie would never admit to thinking this herself! When she saw the frown on Macy’s face, Charlie rejoiced inside. “Sex, huh? You were just making up stories about Taylor!’

Charlie then cleared her throat. She picked up a cookie and turned to Taylor, saying, “But what about me, Babe? Can I pick up a cookie and feed you?”

Taylor raised a brow, clearly taken aback, but very quickly, he smirked and answered, “Of course, Babe.”

At first, Charlie fed Taylor carefully, but soon, she started cramming more cookies into his mouth than he could handle. Struggling to chew, he gave her a look and mumbled, “Babe?”

With his mouth completely full, he leaned closer to Charlie. His words were barely recognizable, but Charlie understood what he said. “Babe, let’s share the cookies.”

“Share the cookies in your mouth?” She ended up pushing Taylor’s face away, and Carl laughed at them. Only Macy remained unamused.

Taylor and Charlie lingered a bit at Carl’s house but left right after finishing their cookie snack. Charlie assumed they were heading home, but Taylor had other plans. “That was just a warm-up. I’m starving,” he announced. “There’s a great shrimp food truck at the park. Let’s go! I got paid today. It’s my treat.”

“Okay.” Charlie agreed. “Do we walk?”

“Very. Tristan talks about excessive details about gadgets and computers,” Taylor admitted. “The only problem is that when he starts talking, he doesn’t stop and would literally bother you with an info dump.”

“Those on the spectrum lack social cues. They don’t realize that you are getting bored with their talk, or annoyed, etc. Because of this, people like Carl and Tristan get bullied a lot and…. I fucking hate it,” Taylor remarked.

Charlie felt teary-eyed. She was really touched by what Taylor had said.

“Why are you fucking crying?” Taylor asked, laughing.

Taylor turned to Charlie. He smiled again and said, “Actually, you might have already met him.”

Hearing that, Charlie’s eyes widened. She asked, “What? When? Where?”