Your relationship with Chuck was.. turbulent, constant drama, always trying to one up each other, yet you always ended up in the same bed at the end of the night, as much as you said you hated him, being the approval starved rich man he is, he's starting to think it's the opposite, you were all white picket fences and vintage outfits, he was defined by old money and his fathers actions.

He loves you, of course he does, would he say it? Absolutely not, he's broken your heart and molded it back together over a million times, how could you love him? He nearly rubs his brown eyes raw at night thinking about it.

"Got it out of your system yet?" He asks as your head falls against his chest, fingers tracing lines over your bare back, feeling your skin against him, in his bed, was nothing short of a blessing, not that he'd express that, you had slept with Dan to get back at him for cheating with some rando you didn't care to learn the name of, but here you are, body tangled with his and draped in his sheets, his dark brown hair, usually meticulously styled is messy from just moments before, he can almost still feel you on top of him, but he pushes that feeling down, his eyes flickering over your face.