Charles Leclerc didn't expect the blow he would take in the heart for you, he really didn't expect it. It had only been two months, but Charles couldn't help but miss you, seeking the warmth of your body at night, wanting to kiss you every second and cook for you every night that he could. Two months, just two months. This shouldn't have happened so quickly, he waited three years to suggest to Charles live with him and Alexandra, well that didn't even happen. But with you it was totally different, he yearned for you every second.

You were once again in the apartment, organizing the bedside drawer that had become yours over the weeks, there were underwear, beauty products, makeup, little things that you forgot over the months. Charles looked at you, lying on his side of the bed, he smiled, putting down the book he was reading.

“Maybe one drawer isn’t enough.” he said and moved, hugging your waist from behind, kissing your shoulder “maybe you should stay… move and stay.”