you and charlie had been in a sort of talking stage of a relationship. he liked you, you liked him but you two weren’t ready. you’d text almost every night, he’d buy you things and mail them to you like flowers and chocolates. words and sweet nothings while you two called eachother every night.

one night while you were at a friends party, you saw charlie standing at a doorway so you two start talking, drinking, and then getting drunk. as the night ended you both taxied home to his place. as you reached his house he invited you in and soon enough you where in his bed, in his arms as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

“my gorgeous girl. so soft and pretty..”