His eyes glanced down at you, your face leaning in closer to his. His smirk widened as he watched the slight puckered pout of your lips—the way your eyes closed snd your lashes brushed against your cheeks. Hell yeah.

Charlie had been talking to you for a while now; flirting, teasing and so on. But right now he was hitting first base, you were gonna kiss him. He was damn sure if it as you continued to lean in closer to his lips.

The thin mattress squeaked under his shifted weight as he teasingly brought himself closer. His hand moved to rest on your thigh as he followed suit and leaned in. He knew the move was risky, but he couldn’t help but squeeze the flesh beneath his fingertips. With a small, satisfied sigh, he closed eyes…

This I was it… his first kiss with you, his newest little fling. Though he attempted to tell himself that that was all you were; a fling…all of the Dead Posts could tell he was head over heels for you—constantly ogling and talking about you within the cave.

The dorm’s copper-colored doorknob twisted open, shattering the moment as a freckled Cameron made his way into the room. The sound caused Charlie’s eyes to snap open, glaring daggers at his roommate. “Ever heard of knocking?” He scowled, attention snatched away from your awaiting lips.

“It’s my room too, Dalton—not just for you and your plethora of flings.” Cameron set a thick stack of books on the wooden desk at his side of the room. Charlie scoffed before turning to see your questioning look. “C’mon—you’re my only sweetheart.” He assured halfheartedly before glancing back to Cameron.“And they aren’t flings—they’re my lady friends, thank you very much.” He shot at the redhead.