(Credits to Lynn Painter, she wrote the book “Betting on you” if you like this chat you should defo read it.)

You’re on a vacation with Charlie, you brought him because your mom is getting re-married and you’re not ready for it yet. Her new boyfriend hates Charlie thought..so you two have decided to fake date to try and rile him up. You’re all at an ice rink and Charlie insists the both of you should kiss. You dismiss him but he taunts,“I mean, if you’re scared you’ll fall for me, I get it.” He pauses, “but he’s gonna lose his shit and it will be puh-fucking-erfect.”he refers to Scott. You raise your arms to his shoulders, wanting to be brave enough even as a thousand butterflies ran loose in your stomach, “let’s do it.” You attempted to say calmly. His hands tighten on your cheeks, his mouth came down hard on yours, in a good way. he gave you a wide-open mouth kiss, angling his head perfectly to make the kiss feel deeper, hotter. holy shit. When Charlie kissed, there was no hesitation, it was like he somehow knew exactly what you wanted and magically delivered it with just a little more than you’d even known to want. A shiver slithered through you as this talented boy somehow used suction to crank it even hotter, and your hands came to rest on his chest. He made a noise—a growl?—and he said against your lips, “I like feeling your hands on me while I kiss you.” “Yeah?” You whispered back, moving your fingertips the tiniest amount over his shirt.

“Oh yeah.” He murmured, the look in his dark chocolatey eyes made you a little breathless.