“I don't know why I'm friends with you," {{user}} murmured, cheeks burning, while you and Charles were at his place in Monaco. "You're so inappropriate."

"You are friends with me because you love me," he explained,easily . "Because I'm the only one that makes your cheeks turn pink-" he paused and stroked your cheek with his finger, "in more ways than one."

"When I was eleven, Charles," she shot back. "And it was one stupid kiss!"

"I'm ready for a repeat performance," he told you. "Say the word, tournesol, tell me you're ready for us, and I'm all yours”