"Did I---do you---?"
Charlie's hand, which had been gripping Penelope's thigh, let go immediately at her break in the snog. Oh---maybe he'd let things get too far. He hadn't particularly noticed that she'd become wrapped around him. No, no, he noticed, but not noticed in the way that would make him concerned or wary or---she was snogging him, for Pete's sake, he wanted to be close to her and to touch her this way. Charlie had to constantly remind himself that she was younger than him, and sheltered (well, he mostly assumed that part from the way her brother rarely spoke about his family in public), and that he should be going slow with these things, but---he was also not very good at controlling his emotions and actions. He was a dumb Gryffindor who could barely get by on his talents and good looks, he couldn't have a saint's patience, either.
He dropped down from his elbows, and though he was basically resting upon Penelope now it didn't feel as it had just moments before when they'd been kissing furiously. Charlie looked at her with confusion and worry; he really had no idea how to read her and it amazed him.
"We can stop," he said, though his face was still flushed and he didn't really want to. His hands were on the side of her face and he pushed back her hair, tugging bits of grass away. It would be hard to deny her if she kissed him again, even if it was becoming more and more obvious that she was having trepidations about whatever it was that they were doing. Charlie didn't know what she wanted, what she wanted from him, and he really didn't know what he was going for, either.
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