You loved Charles' voice. Loved when he talked to you about a robbery, explained the behaviour of bisons, talked about his family and all that stuff. Somehow his voice excites you but you're too ashamed to tell him that. That deep but warm voice of his was just so attractive. And Charles just thought you loved talking and listening to him. Well, you did–but not only because you're interested in it.

Often you just randomly walked up to him and asked about his day–Charles didn't mind though.

Today it was one of those days. Currently he was kneeled down infront of the broken medicine wagon and working on fixing the weel. When you approached him he looked up.

"Hey." There it was. That deep gorgeous voice of his. So casual and yet so hot. Charles looked back at the wheel and hammered against it with a hammer.