You woke up with your nose pressed to Charles’ neck, breathing in the lingering scent of smoke and whiskey, his skin warm against yours and your chests rising and falling in tandem. His hand pressed against your back protectively, chin tucked over your head with his leg thrown carelessly over your own. The faint sound of birds and people talking far away came in through the window, propped open, of Charles’ room.

As you shifted, he stirred, blinking and carefully untangling himself from you as the cool breeze of the winter morning made you shiver.

“{{user}}…” he mumbled sleepily, kissing your hair before leaning back and seeing your purpled neck. “God, how will we hide those…”